You say the nicest things when you’re not even aware you’re talking..I wish you were that sweet when you’re fully conscious.
What?
Like when you’re just about asleep. Or just about passed out.
Wouldn’t I remember?
I don’t know. I don’t think so. You’ve said you want to spend your whole life with me a few times.
I have?
Yep.
When I asleep?
Sort of.
How do you know I was talking to you?
You were talking about me, not to me.
Who was I talking to?
Your brother, I think, sometimes. Or people at work.
What did I say?
That you loved me, but you were afraid you’d fuck up. That you wanted to be with me, but didn’t want to lose me.
I don’t remember.
I know. Sometimes you talk about work, then you talk about me. Like you’re talking to someone on the phone.
Why don’t you wake me up?
It’s the only time you say such nice things about me.
I say nice things to you sometimes!
You do…but not as nice as the things you say when you’re out of it.
Like what?
Once you said ” she doesn’t even know how I feel. I can’t tell her, she won’t believe me.” You were arguing with someone. I think that time it was your brother. Another time it seemed more like you were telling someone about me.
Whole conversations?
More or less. Mumbled a little, and interwoven with random stuff. I try not to read anything into it. I mean, if there was something you wanted me to know, wouldn’t you tell me?
I don’t know.
I do. You wouldn’t.
Eventually I probably would.
Why eventually and not now? Or in a week?
That’s a good question.
Bok. Bok. Bok.
I’m not a chicken. I’m just not ready.
You may never be.
Maybe not.
I wonder.
Me too.