Waking Life

Maybe it's the afterglow.
Maybe it was the bottle of wine.
Maybe it was the confessions of my deep, dark, guarded past.
Maybe I just want to feel something.
And I do.

Did I really tell him all those things you're not supposed to tell
boys you are kind of sort of dating?
Oh for sure I did.

We had dinner by the frozen lake and it was beautiful.
We asked the manager silly questions about the materials used in the
building and he didn't know the answers and it was funny.

How can I be so anxious when I have exactly what I have wanted all of the time?
Finally someone who's willing to challenge my reign as supreme rule of
the universe.
Who asks me questions like would you rather be mean or a liar and
then disagrees with my answer and looks at me like I am the worst
person on the planet.
Which I am.

And now I am listening to sexy R&B music at work and no one can stop me.
I am also wearing a skirt without nylons (possibly without underwear
too, but I would never tell you that) despite it being 30 degrees
Fahrenheit.
In my head, it is Spring and I will not wait for the weather to agree.