in this dream, i'm sitting next to LTF on his lumpy couch.
we have to talk, he says.
ok, i say.
we need to communicate better, he says. i'm not happy with just seeing you on the weekends, when you send me a message or text. i think we could do better.
uh-huh, i say.
i'm not happy with just this little slice of a relationship, he says.
oh? i say.
because, he says, i think that we could really lo--
and that's when i woke up.
perfect timing, huh?