Or teabag, to be precise. Teabagging, to be even more accurate. And why Sharon would allow me to do such a thing, in a dream or otherwise, I fail to grasp. But that's what it was, in a nutshell, so to speak.
"In my dreams," would have been her response, had I actually made such a request, though she probably would have been curious enough to try it.
So, that's about it for my degenerate dream description. I hope you're happy, my faithful truth-in-reporting fans, cuzz I don't relish the retelling of this little gem. But there it is there, or there it was, or they were, as it were.
There! Satisfied? I wasn't. Though, it was nice to see her again, and I know there was more to the story, that little detail superseded all the other details and overwrote the rest of the story.
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