dreamlike

myspace or yours? i can see it now. projects scattered over every surface. big tea cups and monster coffee mugs. art everywhere. framed and free standing. a bright couch - maybe red or a murky purple? doesn't matter. a big studio styled space. i'd have nylons littering the floor and you'd have sunglasses on the counters. monopoly money and a bottle of vodka in the freezer. a refrigerator housing a jar of olives, a lemon, a box of strawberries and on the table a fruit basket with mangos and grapefruits. i'd leave you post it notes to say hello on every surface and you could check the mailbox for the letter i've left you. an open window, maybe a potted plant or a vase - real flowers on mondays? vogue covers in frames high up on the walls. fortune cookie ingredients hiding in the drawers. a comfy bed, i don't care what else. as long as your in there we could contemplate dreams and share eachothers thoughts. we'd need some speakers with light music streaming and i'll need a desk or a random chair so i could write without getting in your face and we could dance around that space and i could wakeup to your face. imagine, dreamlike.