One day I had a dream. I'd dreamed that I was some kind of cute boy who women pay for sex. It was fucking wired and pretty good, at the same time.

I woke up late that morning. Can't remeber if that was summer or winter, autumm or spring. But I do remember my mood after it. I remember clearly of me looking myself at a mirror feeling so strange to be the way I am.

In fact, I don't know if I really would like to be that way, really. Sometimes I accept myself the way I am. What makes me feel sad sometimes is the fact that I'm lonely and would like to have someone.

The dog in the picture is Eros, one of my dogs, by the way, waking up of his well sleep and resting dream on stairs.