// Cats Asleep like Donuts//
I dreamt that I was forcefully taken. It was someone I knew; it was someone whose company that I enjoy. We were in the backseat of a car on the way to somewhere and he opened a small jar while the car rocked from the uneven road. The jar smoked thick white billows and filled the car and made my limbs droop with heaviness. I was confused, my friend looked helplessly regretful but it was too late.
It was a vulgar dream, and I woke up with that look of regret and sorrow on my eyes. The following day was appropriately stern and lonely.
