"I awake. i know i'm awake, but i still wonder if i'm dreaming...my hair with a certain scent...one that's new...undefined in this newness... still in this morning haze, i sneak out of my cloud filled resting place to get that joe started that i love so-sooooo-sooooooooo.
on my trip back to my favorite nuzzle place, the one kept unmade so i can relish another moment (or two) against my chilly skin...and this scent....hhhhmmmmm...... i notice lined pages of yellow resting by my favorite book of abundance.
i read. i absorb. i feel. i am moved. i lay down.
i wasn’t dreaming. i shared a dreamy experience...with another dreamy spirit."
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