It is late at night, or very early in the morning. I am lying awake on my right side looking out through the window in front of me. The sidewalk is deserted and the street light casts the shadow of the fire hydrent. I feel alone. Music is playing softly in the background. It is by the rock band U2 who I have always liked. It feeds my sense of lonliness and makes me think slightly ambivelnt about my partner sleeping with her back towards me. I am suddenly in her arms and I am aware of the warmth of that embrace. I reach down and touch her smooth ass and she cuddles closer to me. She hears the music, too. She asks me if there is a place we can go to get food. I respond that I think there is an all night Indiian restaurant. She seems a little disappointed. But it is of little consequence. We both enjoy the music and rise to listen to it. We are in the back of the apartment where the music is coming from. I mention that although I have liked U2 I prefer their rockier songs to...
Dreams, Experiences, Poetry, etc., by Austin Shelton. This is my diary and gets a little rough at times. It has a lot of private musings but because these reflect my mind and experiences they are included nevertheless.