Blond secret chat
Then he lifted his hands up in the air very, very high, like he was growing bigger and taller every minute, and as his hands went up, I felt the wind around me stop and everything went silent. I don't think he thought I would ever even consider such things . I thought that he was letting me go because he could read my mind, at least it felt that way.
And then the man looked at me and smiled this awful smile, and in Mom's voice he sang, "You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me. ." And I tried to talk again but I couldn't, and I tried to move but I couldn't do that either, and he said, And I woke up. God, I am so high, I can't stop writing like a thousand words a minute. I knew it was going to be one of those, Bobby was right, parties. Now remember, I had been at the party for a fair amount of time, and I was pretty fixed up as far as being sedated and wired simultaneously . In the dream I was walking through the woods out by the Pearl Lakes, and there was this very strong wind, but only around me. They were very rough and he held them out to me as he sang. His beard didn't blow in the wind because the wind was only around me. so I leaned in, and I said I'm going to make you feel real good . He said, "I have your cat," and Jupiter ran behind him and off into the woods like a little white speck on a piece of black paper. He just kept singing and I tried to tell him I wanted to go home and I wanted Jupiter to come with me, but I couldn't talk. Mom doesn't know her little girl the way she thinks she does, hmmm? I decided his name should be Troy, like the pony in Mrs. Zippy, who works at the stables, said he would make a nameplate for me that says TROY in big letters, and he'll hang it right in front so that everyone will know his name when they see him. I opened her and I told her she was pretty, did she know that?
Troy is still too young to ride, but in two months I'll be able to get on and just race through the fields! On the way home from the stables Dad said that Troy and I have the same birthday, because when a pony is given as a gift to someone who will love him, they share everything. I'm glad I don't know where he came from, because this way, it is almost as if Heaven sent him down just for me. I have had nightmare after nightmare and have finally chosen to avoid sleeping altogether. Before I had even touched her she wanted me to know her name .
Maybe I'll write down all of my dreams from now on so that I won't have to be afraid of them. I took off all my clothes, stuffed them in the stove, and went back to bed. I feel strong, confident, sexy, intelligent, pretty fuckin' cool, I have to say, and not one person last night made mention of my age. Man, there was this chick, lying with her skirt pulled up, and she was bettin' that no one could get her off .
One night last year I had such an awful dream that the whole next day in school, I couldn't work. Now every time I go to the stove at the Haywards' when Donna and I help with dinner, Mrs.
And so when he stopped the wind with his hands like that, I thought he was letting me free, letting me go home.
Then I had to look down because there was this heat between my legs, not nice warm, but hot.
She always comes in and sings "Waltzing Matilda" to me when I can't sleep, or like tonight when I have bad dreams.