Dreaming, I must be dreaming. This must all be a dream.
Thoughts of friends and loved ones keep on floating through my mind. They seem to real though and yet I can't remember this as happening.
Mogsie, my Mogsie and George to, sitting, sunning themselves in the early Saturday sunshine. Days of the past and yet now as well. I so wish they were here now so I wasn't alone but I wouldn't want them to participate in this confusion either.
Oh how I hope I get to see them again.
Thoughts of friends and loved ones keep on floating through my mind. They seem to real though and yet I can't remember this as happening.
Mogsie, my Mogsie and George to, sitting, sunning themselves in the early Saturday sunshine. Days of the past and yet now as well. I so wish they were here now so I wasn't alone but I wouldn't want them to participate in this confusion either.
Oh how I hope I get to see them again.
