V.Nabokov
I fall in love.
I’ve been having very intense dreams lately. I wish I had written them down.
One I have is a reaccuring dream with insects; spiders often or roaches. Everywhere, all over my apartment.
This evening I had fallen asleep on my sofa. I was dreaming of walking down a dark hallway. Wood floors, bare feet. Wearing a mens sweater, long to my midthighs, dark deep blue. The soft wool provided me some comfort although I felt very uneasy and lost . I found a door, and upon opening found a warm bedroom . A man, I knew, told me to get into bed. I did and had the most warm, comforting feeling. Dark hair. Smelled of cologne, leather , and coffee. It felt like a warm nest.
Thunderstorm woke me up. Sleepily ran around to close windows, wondering where that bed might be and if I’ll see it.