lacandice

Twelve noon, sleeping in bed as I always do, dreaming of how I could be more then came a knocking at my door. My dream took me to the mirror; something I wanted to see clearer alive with drive, go-getter. Could someone get that door? The knocking persisted, more and more; a loud bang interrupted my snore. In frustration I swung open the door. Could you knock any louder? Could you knock any more? I jumped my quickly, my eyes must have tricked me! On both sides I stood at the door; one in pajamas, the other dressed for something more.