This morning I woke up dreaming of my ex-girlfriend’s leg, and a car, and a few bits from movies I’d seen, and a basketball game where I could handle the ball like a god but not shoot. My alarm wasn’t going off, my flatmate’s was and I heard him stir in the big and vaguely smelly room that used to be ours but was now the room next door.
I rolled over, cuddled the surrogate pillow and went back to dreaming about the joint of her leg.
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