It’s just normal in dreams by Bogdan Dragos

“Yeah,” she said, “my father was

not the friendliest

drunk in the

neighborhood

and he’s

definitely not missed

now that he no longer

troubles anyone. But

you know, I did learn something

from him, alright.”

Listening to

her words, he poured another

glass for himself

and then

one for her. “What could

you learn from a

man like him, darling?”

She took her glass

and smiled

and licked her lips, biting

the lower one

as she stared at him

before she drank. “See, this

is what I like

about you. You’re the opposite

of my father. You’re

the friendly type of drunk. The

type that betters the

party rather than ruining it.

I can love a man

like that to death, I

really can.”

She drank and made kissing

motions with her

red lips

at him

“Anyway, about my father. From

him I learned that

dreams