I miss you

on the way out this morning one of my roommates was all half awake half asleep and tried to talk to me like you do in your dreams and i was all sad,

I had a dream about us too

we were in central park and it was a sunny day the kind when light falls through the canopy and makes cheetah spots on the ground and

there was a fountain trickling not far away and in the middle of it was a big bronze angel that was baking from the top where the sun hit it, but was cold and rusting in the water

and the sound of water was refreshing even though you cant drink it

and the wallah of people and kids playing was sun spots and trickling brook

we were on trikes, we were 5 years old

i had pigtails

, you had a navy baseball cap on.

we're going down this steep hill on our trikes and screaming happy

and at the bottom of the hill

over the red brick on their back head first

are coming Pierre

that looks very dark and french with a big nose

and this other guy Daniel

who is from Alabama but looks very Scandinavian

like a light nordic version of Pierre with a southern accent

and they're slowly moving out of this dank dark adult world

on their backs on skateboards

pushing themselves along like the human/spider robots from batman

and we crash into them

. they swell like marshmallows in a microwave

and instead of tearing through them or something we just kinda get stuck there

and no one can move and everything's all distorted and stuck sticky settling in the sun

. the sun passes and the cheetah spots disappear

and i think the angel must be very cold now.

then I woke up