I was the childhood friend that respected no boundaries when it came to eating the other family’s food. When I showed up at the door, it was game time. I knew the pantries of my closest friends like the back of my hand. I could close my eyes and navigate each shelf: the sweets and…
Tag: Dreams
Life As a Dreamer
If I were filthy rich, I would employ a carefully selected therapist to be sitting by my bedside every single morning so that I could have a counseling session the moment I woke up. She (it would have to be a girl because I feel like a male psychologist letting himself into my apartment every…
