Over the midnight hour you send me horrible messages, I need to delete some of them that are so bad.
In the morning I have a dream- you are holding me in your arms, I am small, I tell you- how would it be if I was smaller like this, you hold me in your naked arms, I am naked too, you say to me- you are pregnant- like you would just realise it yourself. I ask- what? You answer: nothing, as you often used to say. I hold you tight and enjoy being in your arms. I love you my angel
I tak się stanie.
