I dreamt that I was driving along the coast of Monaco. The wind was dancing with my hair, the sea sound was kissing my ears. And I was free.

I could still taste the Montecristo. Its smell converging with the Chloe Absolu on the surface of my waters. Like the melting reflection of the moonlight, where I was you and you were me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s