Where you made so many bad or uninspired decisions you spend half the time apologizing or justifying what you said? You threaten to punch someone’s face in while you can’t stop kissing another’s, and the simplest action of putting apples in a bag becomes so impossible that a new word for clumsy is born, the girls you wouldn’t touch are suddenly your lovers, the men who you like are not to be trusted; only to wake up and be more tired than you were before you went to sleep. Looking like you’ve been sipping on the opposite side of the fountain of youth and feeling lines and red marks in your face, that in the mirror, make you seem like you’ve been leading a double life. You know those dreams?

I just had two.