Dreams that Have not Yet happened...

[wolven7]

I sit, waiting, in what looks like a darkened diner, with a cup of coffee near my left hand and a pack of cigarettes, near my right. I hear the bell above the door jingle, and i look up, because know that there is someone across from me. She smiles, tosses her hair (a gesture i've never seen, from her), and pulls out a book of matches. She folds the cover back, exposing the match-heads, and shows me the open side of the book. Words in angelic script write and spiral. She blows me a kiss, over the match book, and it ignites. The diner, and then the world are engulfed in flame.

I never wake up