I got out of class and on the streets I see my ex's best friend. He sees me too. But we don't say anything. I start walking and see my ex. I catch up with him. We walk together. I try to grab his hand. He doesn't want that. I put my hand in his coat pocket. He does want that. I don't know if we talk or just walk and communicate while thinking.
We're in a hallway, I think it's the building where I teach. We talk. I explain again why I feel it's unnecessary to break up like this. I explain how we can try and feel our way into the (pregnant) situation. This part I remember most about the dream: he's touched. He's warm. He's emotional. And he rests his head against my chest. And that feels so good.
Then I have to go, I have a class to teach. I get in the elevator which goes way too slow and then gets stuck. I need help getting out and blame the elevator on arriving late for class.
We're in a hallway, I think it's the building where I teach. We talk. I explain again why I feel it's unnecessary to break up like this. I explain how we can try and feel our way into the (pregnant) situation. This part I remember most about the dream: he's touched. He's warm. He's emotional. And he rests his head against my chest. And that feels so good.
Then I have to go, I have a class to teach. I get in the elevator which goes way too slow and then gets stuck. I need help getting out and blame the elevator on arriving late for class.
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