Now the fun part. Unloading and unpacking. Ugh.
Didn't sleep well last night. Had this strange dream about Herself. I think I know what brought it on. Our anniversary is in two weeks and I have a reminder on my electronic calendar. It went off last night.
Anyway, she was her younger self, as in when we got married.
And she was dressed in this little black cocktail number. And I mean little. Thigh highs, heels, make up to kill. She was looking soooooooooo fine.
We had an intimate little conversation and she made ready to walk out the door. I asked her where she was going and she gave me this really sexy predatory smile, and was about to say something and I woke up. And I was disturbed by this.
Been thinking about it all day. Can't say I like or dislike really, any of the reasons I came up with on the drive home either. I had all day to think about it.
It was just so fucking weird. Really! Weird...
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