the other day i was so tired i couldn`t help myself from falling asleep. my man`s fire was still burning and he tugged my shirt like a little boy whose mum is sleeping while he still wants one more slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of it. then i dreamed about the strong smell of spray paint. in my dream i felt the little tiny droplets of paint rained my head. i grunted a little bit in my dream. then i woke up looking at the wall and found a big black “beautiful” on the wall and my man sleeping.
