MistressSara wrote: »
My highly derivative dream, put into words. It’s hard to describe dreams, right?
I was in a dark and lush overgrown garden, with fruit trees and winding paths, statues and fountains. Sweet-smelling herbs crushed beneath my red satin shoes released their fragrance as I walked.
I traveled the perimeter of my garden with my gun upright against my shoulder and inspected the high stone wall. I was satisfied that though the wall was not impenetrable, it was intimidating.
ButterIsGood wrote: »
And this other time I was working at a hotdog restaurant and was getting paid in crackers... And I was very happy.....
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