Frost Apostraphe

Such a vivid dream I was having. Sweaters, hot sweaters with the price tag still on, the way people smelled, two fictional characters from my trashy t.v. show were there and I could tell you exactly what they wore, how sound bounced off the big place we were all in.

In my dreams I can't exactly fly anymore but I can glide really nicely.

New York had big hills, big lush hills.