Last Night’s Dream

I was with a group of people, in the garden behind the Kingsknowe Hotel, near Galashiels.
I then started (ahem) “loving” a lady work colleague on the floor. Hard.
Not the one you might think, either.
In front of everyone.
When we’d finished, I noticed we’d missed The Rapture.
Yes, The Rapture (biblical weirdoes will know what I mean).
All alone in the apocalypse.
Started “loving” (insert name here) again.
Well, you would, wouldn’t you?
There was nothing else to do.

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One Response to “Last Night’s Dream”

  1. The Shatner Says:

    Loving, indeed.

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