Last night, I had a dream I shouldn’t have had about a mom of two childhood friends.
Without question, the woman defined a standard of beauty and class that I gravitated to in my teens and adult life. Anyone who plots the common physical characteristics of black women I’ve dated would need little detective work to ID the suspect…But I have almost nothing to explain why I brought her into a dream.
I just should not have had that dream though.
No Ma’am, Yes Ma’am
I was powerless. I was silly putty. There were no resistant fibers in my body.
I tried to go to sleep again, to dream again to write over the data. Unfortunately, I got a case of the Social Medias, and I ended up feeding the feelings.
Nope nope nope. Bad touch, bad touch.