Knocking
I had that dream again last night where my love was knocking at my door.
Quickly awoken, falling down the stairs and running for the doorknob, but once again there was no one there.
Quickly awoken, falling down the stairs and running for the doorknob, but once again there was no one there.
Daddy, exhausted empath, infj. John Lennon in a world of Pete Bests.