nightclubbing

dreaming hazy
shadowed clubs and
all smoking cigars...

you look sexy as hell
wearing that smirk
with a stogie in hand

Don’t ask me who this is supposed to be or where we were clouding up the scene, but this dream lingered with me well after I woke up. Much better than the one about my daughter’s giant pet centipede she talked to in hisses, which is another dream I can’t explain.