or the jalapeno peppers
all washed down with a
white russian
that sent me into a wild night
of dreams.
vivid and in technicolor.
i woke up and was
in a storm of sheets.
sweating, and exhausted.
you were there, she was there.
he was there.
the whole gang was in on it.
i knew it was a dream
as i was dreaming it, but
still, jimminy crickets,
what a night.
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