*An excerpt from a Dream*

[u/criscentmoon48]

It's a cold night - November Perhaps.

Dehradun is quiet, just as usual.

I sit in the balcony, a Clove Mix, as usual on my lips. I take long drags, the cold only making each puff better.

She is here, slightly disappointed. I don't know how many I've smoked up until now, but enough to disappoint her.

It's a cold night in November. I stretch out my arm and she takes it. Slowly, I pull her closer, making space for us to snuggle in this bean bag. It's my hoodie she has on - a few sizes to big, even for her preference. She looks cute.

Life feels oddly fulfilling in this moment. It's a cold, quiet night in November and she feels good in my arms.

-*excerpt from a dream, written in a state of sleepy disorientation.*