my dark and beautiful childhood
I just woke up from a sad scary dream. I was sitting on the front porch of my little house with dennis. It was a cottage and very old and we were on the street that ran uphill from my house on Montery street where we lived when I was 12 and 13. Sky and Zoe were visiting, but at the moment Dennis and I were sitting alone. Dennis was shirtless and very tan. He looked years younger. We were discussing how we were going to pay the electricity bill. It was a lot, 500 dollars and we didn't have a penny. I suggested we have a garage sale, but he hated that idea. Then a middle age woman walked up across the lawn. I was sort of thinking of sending her on her way, but she had a nice tray of drinks. Little silver cups with a golden liquid and a silver stirring stick in each one. She offered us each one and we accepted and sipped the deliciously sweet thick liquid. It was wonderful and she laughed to see how much we liked it. She showed us how to take a drink and use the stir stick to sprink...