in my dream the other night,

you weren't able to tell me how you felt about me. so what you did was get a bunch of m & m's and attach personal messages to them, things that you loved about me and so forth. i was pretty upset because i ate a few of them before i noticed the messages, and in those few i was afraid you'd said something quite profound. each phrase was well thought out and beautiful.

except for the biggest problem was that your sentiments kept making me late to work. it became too hard to concentrate on even dressing up nice. each minute counted against me so i was a little bit angry at you. but i appreciate the thought.