I woke up the morning inspecting my feelings…
I had a dream with Aisling and her brother doing a Rogers/Astaire/Icedance thing in a house filled with greenery as a response to my little tapdance + acapella version of “Life Could Be a Dream.”
I think the pattern is easy to spot… The day after is a daze… practical issues like getting a phone number are glazed over and all you need is to space out. The day after the day after is blue, filled with self-doubt and self-questioning.
And the third day is the test. When I woke up I felt at peace with the situation, whatever the outcome might be.
Oh, life could be a dream (sh-boom)
If I could take you up in paradise up above (sh-boom)
If you would tell me I’m the only one that you love
Life could be a dream, sweetheart
(Hello, hello again, sh-boom and hopin’ we’ll meet again)