Bryan
Waking up with a sort of weird, confused dream after a well-spent afternoon with my parents and Damian has me a bit, rattled. It also has memories from our time together from the start to now, some distorted that have my heart racing.
Glancing over to the side- the digital clock on the nightstand says it’s 5:30 am. I touch the lamp on the same stand, and it flicks on, the dimness setting but bright enough for me to make out everything beneath the soft glow.
I lovingly pull the covers over us as I try to decipher what my subconscious is saying to me.
It’s a dream yes, except it’s a series of memories I’ve shared with Damian. It’s blurry but I remember scattered bits and pieces. It started with my dad and I chatting just before I met Damian.
“Tax preparation can be a quirky pr
