who's bed?
By donnamarie
it reads like a story i once wrote. it seems like ages ago, yet it's happening now. it's like a scene out of "A Streetcar Named Desire". who's bed will i sleep in tonight? the plot twists and turns. the characters are the same only their namesakes have changed. not for their protection, but for mine. the palm trees are out of hollywood, the soundtrack is from seattle and jersey. the voice over the radio sounds loud and clear. it is static. he says these things, these gorey things. they are meant for me. and he calls my name. who's bed will i sleep in tonight? the plot twists and turns. the characters are the same, only their namesakes have changed. not for their protection, but for mine. the overcast became grey and almost dreary. if it weren't for that damned break in the clouds. it reads like a story i once wrote. it seems like ages ago, yet it's happening now. it's like a scene out of "A Streetcar Named Desire".i must add more later a creative take on my recent vacation in florida... oh, and i slept in the same bed every night. the lap dances, on the other hand... i'll never tell... Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 04:35 AM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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