secret for the winter months

it's at times like these when i'm up working, watching the clock yield to one am that i dream of having a real nine to five job. not in detroit.

last night i dreamt of a boy with whom i'm only vaguely acquainted, but after hanging out for some time in dream-land, i've passed the day feeling like i know him. familiarity with a stranger, it's fake-fuzzy, fake-nice.