In a small apartment in Diary

I walked inside the room and I locked eyes with the girl. Immediately I felt a connection between us like lightning. It scared me and it excited me. I felt strong passion aching for release, something I haven't felt in a long time. She was young, too young for me. I knew that right away. But the sight of her was too intoxicating for me to resist. We were alone in an apartment, high up in a tall building. I looked through large rectangular windows overlooking a metropolis and I noticed the sun was about to set. Light reflected off the tiny buildings below us. The girl, thin and pretty, and not at all innocent, sat on the big black futon, waiting for me. I found myself being pulled toward her, and by the power of her gaze alone, she drew me close.

Next, stuff happened. And then the dream repeated two more times, each repetition more intense than the one before.

But it was just a dream. There are many more details I don't feel I should write here. I wanted to remember some of the images, though, hence this short entry.

My writing today didn't go smoothly. But that's okay. I ended up writing later on in the day. Tomorrow, I intend to write first thing, once I've woken up and maybe had some breakfast.

It felt good to write this entry, as short and as potentially pointless as it may be.