I remember listening to this song not too many years back...

He had left me, not too many minutes after he had cum, to sleep on my sofa, alone, hot and sweaty, with no T.V. to distract me and with my meager music collection gone missing (since the last party that I didn't remember attending).

The bone he threw to me took the form of a few compact discs for me to borrow for not too many days. (As if I wanted to listen to his whiney crap... but who am I kidding? I told him I wanted to, because that is what I thought would make wrongs right.)

So I took my Valium, as natural sleep had alluded me for not too many more nights than would be considered unbearable... I had lost count, as I only have ten fingers and ten toes and I was a naive little girl back then. I drank my bottle of three dollar wine. Then, while listening to this song, I drifted into a place that I suppose doctors would call rest, although I hardly believe I even hosted the seedling of a dream at that point in my life.

I woke up to that same song not too many lifetimes later, alone, on a new sofa, with no T.V. to distract me, and my four dollar bottle of wine empty on the floor beside me. But I thanked my lucky stars this time, for it was a dream that had stirred my body to rise, and it was my CD that played on the stereo.

(Yes, I thanked the stars, even if it was the same song that I remembered listening to not too many years back. Otherwise, I may never hear it again.)

07/08/2006

Author's Note: Ancient commentary on a current situation. Everything runs in circles now, doesn't it?

Posted on 02/14/2008
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