Dream #357

I'm sitting in the living area of a small home, or maybe a medium-sized apartment, a cup of warm tea in my hand, gazing into Jordon's eyes. We're discussing the prospects of this new home, our home. Both of us beaming with joy, totally enamored in every wall, every square inch of floor. We keep chattering about the beauty of the place until it becomes almost redundant. We get to a point where we just want to sit in silence and enjoy. So we lay on the bed, our bed, and drift into a seamless sleep that we can gladly wake up from the next morning still laying beside each other and spend as many moments as we want lingering in the bed waiting for the necessity to leave the house, our house.





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