This is something that still bothers me a lot. i dream about it all the time. i know i'll never stop.
i woke up with a start and i had no idea where i was. It was absolutely forbidden to truly sleep on dates, and yet i had. Actually, i had passed out. i was totally disoriented and i felt around in a panic. Where was i? Who was i entertaining? What role was i playing? What the fuck was going on? It was pitch black. In the darkness i heard labored breathing and whimpering. Whimpering? Who the fuck was whimpering? Working with someone? Damn, i couldn't think straight at all. What in the name of FUCK had John given me?
