One Hundred and Seventy Nine

I had a dream the other day.

It

worked out.

Between us.

We worked out and

you followed me to LA.

I don't know why I was there. I don't know why I chose it. Maybe I had no choice. But I was there, and happy, filled with music and stories and inspiration left and right. Filled with energy, and a new found love for everything that is what I do, how I do it. You stood beside me, blonde, for some reason, every step of the way, complete with shoulder rubs and warm tea on harder nights, and supportive midnight kisses, and secret whispers.

everything.

And on an opening night, my parents came, to a smashing world premiere of lights and sound, and I stood at the dead centre, awaiting their applause. But instead they looked at me, so confused, and so disappointed. So

disappointed in me

in a way they've never been.

And I felt

so looked after.

And they said to me, with their eyes

What have you done? Where is she? Why did you do this?
Are you happy now?