love me and come back tomorrow

does not live here no more.

Last night I had a dream about opening my fridge,
realizing there was nothing edible in it.

It felt like I was outside of my mind, looking in.
"Come on, Zahra. Really? Is this it? (Is this really it?)"

I was bored out of my mind. Literally.

And I am usually happy about dreaming.
Because I almost never remember my dreams.

This sort of spoiled it, even for me.