Chapter 2: Life is like a dream

– Life is like a dream; – Coco made herself comfortable on my porch. – One day you wake up and you don’t recognize yourself. Still young, still crazy, but a different person in the mirror. 16 to 36: 20 years, 60 pounds, 3 pounds a year.

“I don’t like it.”- you whisper. “I DON’T LIKE IT”- you scream.

“I want back this sexy ass”- you whisper. “I WANT BACK THIS SEXY ASS”- you scream.

Not the first time you whisper. Not the first time you scream.

You are may be smoking – which is a drag. Smoking is supposed to keep you skinny and relaxed, but instead makes you all tired and grumpy.

You are may be drinking. You like alcohol. You drink some everyday. It is harmless. It relieves your stress.

You always plan on quitting tomorrow. You whisper. You scream. Tomorrow. Every day is a new tomorrow.

You work a lot. Way too much in fact.

You want to sleep a lot. Way too much, again. Not that you have time to sleep as much as you want. But honestly, you could sleep 16 hours a day, like your cats, or like your neighbors’ cats or like some crazy cats, whatever.

You are married or not, there is a man or not. Whoever there is – you don’t recognize him either. – Coco smiles – Sex? Officially last month. What day? You don’t remember. Do you want it? Are you kidding? You are exhausted!  Are you frigid? You are fire in bed – though the chronicles.

You are a splendid dancer – who does not dance. You are spending singer – who does not sing. You’re supposed to be a good writer – but you don’t write. They say: “You can’t have it all.” I say: Drop it! – They can’t. YOU WILL!