14 April 2008

What could have happened next, I will never know

I stepped outside with a tall lady and headed towards her place. Just then, my cousin with some friends appeared. They were on their way to climb the mountain in the back of the city and asked me to join them. I told them the sun was low on the horizon—it was too late to go hiking. They said we’d need only 40 minutes. My gaze moved from my pretty companion to the pinnacle visible behind the rows of houses in front of us. I had to choose between the call of the wilderness and the call of the bedroom.

And then I woke up.

"Saturday you woke me up from a dream
torn out of the pages of a magazine."
Play Tough by The Apples in Stereo


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