That's understandable, to dream about it. I didn't sleep that night, more than an hour or two. I got home around two in the morning because there was a lot of traffic getting out of the city, and I had to wake up at five. I couldn't sleep when I got home, my head was just sort of spinning. When it closed, I stopped sleeping and eating for a few days, almost completely. I was just so... distraught and confused.
I tried to make myself dream about Raul last night, but it didn't work.
I'm much more of an animal person. They can't talk back to you, and really, they're just much friendlier. I can care for them with no problems.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 10/7/05 at 08:35 PM