Had a dream with Whitney in it. I ... don't want to think about it. I didn't want to wake up. It wasn't real, but it was good enough. I wish it had been real.
That was a long time ago. Twenty-seven years. I don't dwell on it any more, but a dream with Whitney in it brings me right back to those days.
Wait to be distracted by real life. Think about something else. Squabbling kids. Traffic. Insane ex-wives. The usual shit.
Something I don't want to think about any more. Too distracting and upsetting.
