After a while, we talked about that, wondering how that could be. Indian XXX I’m tired of waiting to finish our coffee. I’ve told you about that before. We traded phone numbers in our e-mails, and then we called. By now, I know that you know how I feel when I see a woman cry. Did you ever have a frustration dream? I had to share it with you, and now I have. I tried to hide my anger from you, but you saw it. No waitress came by to refill our cups, but they never got empty. I’ve never tried to write down my memory of a dream, but I had to write to you about this one. Then, at the same time, in the slow motion we sometimes have in dreams, we reached out our hands toward each other. Regardless of how much we drank, we couldn’t empty our cups. I’ve told you how I feel that I have to fix things. I grabbed both our cups and dumped them on the ground. In some of my dreams (both day and night), you are naked, because one of us has taken that top off.
