Isn’t it disappointing to wake up from really, really great dreams?
Like dreams where you own a dress that will magically make you look like Audrey Hepburn?
Then you wake up and realize that nothing you ever own could make you look like Audrey Hepburn? And it’s cold and you’re running late for work.
Kinda makes you want to go back to bed.
I have weird dreams…
But good dreams…while they last.