fantasy fiction

On The Street Where I Live

I keep having an odd dream about you showing up on the street where I live. It would not be a good idea. For a start, the chances of me appearing on the street where I live are miniscule because I am hidden away.

But worse still – in this day and age – people don’t look at something like that as sweet and romantic – they view it as scary and crazy!

It doesn’t matter – it is a sweet dream. Just one that one that would not work well in real life. Thank goodness we have a door that leads to our own secret escape, where the two of us can meet any time we want.

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