Lastnight, i had another. i went to prom* with Ånn. Not with Melissa as i had planned, or friends of Schrödinger, but with Ånn. We both had a wonderful time, running through the parking lot in the cold, playfully pushing eachother along as we hurried. Snow glistening down peacefully in the moon-lit lot as a handful of insightful conversation was had**. Again, i wish that i had woken to record what transpired; the words said. A shame i hadn't. But who would wake to record such things when hopeful to fall back asleep and dialoge once more. Content; desire.
i would love stay with Ånn, to not wake. It is so very pleasant with her.
*if only it were something a little classier than prom.
*that i can't even remember a subject of.