cereal and toast
a delicious snack, day or night.
last night i dreamt that i was with a boy that i had fell in love with on the internet. but i hadn’t actually seen him, not even a picture. we were in his dark room in his parent’s intimidatingly expensive mansion, with high ceilings and lots of old wood. i was laying next to him on his bed. he was entirely engulfed in one of those 1980s sleeping bags (with the soft flannel lining inside), zipped up to just under his eyes. he was asking me to guess what was wrong with his face. something with his mouth. he had the same weird lisp thing as liza minelli. i was slightly terrified. not so much of the deformity, but being betrothed to someone who i had never seen. would i still love him after seeing his face?
