I wish I could control my dreams. They're really getting to be a bit much. Not always steamy, but always filled with Joe. Joe and I laughing together. Joe holding me in his arms. Joe caressing my cheek...
Lately I've been waking up at 5am. This is significant, because I'm not a morning person. At all. Usually I'm a night owl, up until the crack of dark. It's how I prefer it. So this 5am nonsense has got to stop!
Seeing Joe and the rest tonight. We have a singing engagement for a couple of hours, and then I'm sure we'll be heading to a pub for some together time. We do have such a good time together, my group. This year has been the best one that I can remember. I'll be with him tomorrow morning too, for an Olympics-related gig, then Christmas caroling for a few hours. And again on Sunday... my heart thrills in anticipation of being near him so much, yet I know I'm not going to be sleeping much this weekend, and certainly it isn't good for me. I want to say he's not good for me, but that simply isn't true. I feel like I've come alive this past year, after being so long in hibernation, and he's a huge part of that.
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