You were here but the office environment looked different and it was smaller, kind of like the one I was in, in 2007. Everyone was chatting about random stuff and I found something online about Lady Gaga playing later in the evening and then lost it. We kept guessing venues and I said for a show that big it’d have to be Mandalay, Hard Rock, or MGM. I couldn’t find it and somehow the conversation shifted to Britney Spears having an actual concert outside of her show at Planet Hollywood.
I got up and went to the kitchen for some kind of caffeine and you were listening to me think out loud about wtf event was going on tonight and why was it missing from the Internet. You hadn’t participated in the speculation and had just been listening. I walked out of the kitchen and flopped onto a couch. The kitchen was dim but the room the couch was in was lit softly like it was early morning. You said something but I can’t remember what it was and you came over close enough for me to pull you down and kiss you. You were exhausted but willing to at least restrict yourself to sitting next to me. I threw my arms around you from behind and kissed your neck, trying to get you to cave in and you did. But it was off and I couldn’t figure it out. Then I realized the way you kissed me was different like it wasn’t even you so I started to retract and you got up before I could say anything.