DINO
Late night. But I still can't get the kiss I made to Monique out of my mind. It's a mistake, because now that I've tasted it again, I don't know how to stop.
From the very beginning, I knew I shouldn’t have done it. But the way she looked at me, like she looked at me before, brought down the wall I worked so hard to build.
She was Monique, after all.
She was mine. Then and now.
I have a lot of bottles of wine but I can't sleep. I did everything I could. I am now standing by the glass window, overlooking the black river outside my backyard.
I looked at the Dream catcher she bought me before. It is now hanging by my window.
Maybe she did some magic to this dream catcher, because I haven't had any bad dreams since I hung it.
It has stayed with me, ever since.
My doorbell
