last night i dreamed that she filled the stockings like a christmas surprise. and, naughty though i may have been, i got to empty them and play with the contents until i was bored and exhausted, mostly the former...
then, she walked away from me at a party, wearing those same stockings. something i had said, or done, or neglected to say or do... one never knows with dream women. and the crowds kept interceding like clouds, drenching me in irrelevant conversations, pulling me away from her trail. the stairs, the bedroom door, an open window, gone. she was...
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