It doesn't hurt to ask
My Friday night dream brought me into a store talking up the sales-lady on sweaters or drinks or I don’t know what she was selling, but I was buying. We were admiring the red sweater held in suspension between ringed fingers. She kneaded the fabric in slim hands but I only saw pizza dough and an agreeing stomach to a slice of Abbot Kinney pesto spinach chicken something something yum. Jeweled watch hands read past noon thirty and that my dear pepperoni is the only thing that will make sense in this dream. "I heard that if I told you I was a blogger I could get these items for free." She turned her head downward, shoulders angled away from the storefront and whispered. "Oh you blog too?" A smile appeared for a second, "Yes that's true. Here you go." Now that just started off the dream right and why not find myself hanging out at a bar next with a cure girl, a cute girl and things were going along great. It was our first date that wasn’t a date. Hanging...