My dreams have been telling me things. Quite obviously.
Another night ago, another person ago: The boy I was next to entered my dream and we were not alone. He preferred the girl with the redder lips. It was extremely disheartening. I woke up and vowed never to go back.
Another. "It's all about playing coy." A smile. "Because thats allowed." The word strict was mentioned, and boundaries which made me feel safe, and disappointed.
I hadnt even thought of the word coy in a long time.
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