It's Easy, With Lots of Mistakes
A boy is in front of me. Familiar to me. I pick him up like K. I expect it to be harder, for him to be heavier. But he is really light. And he isnt surprised but really glad i did it. [This isnt exactly me but its not an enemy? not anymore (even tho later on he turns into abuser. and then - K). Mom is the real problem now in a dream. in the end where she suspects me and K to have sex, what with all the sex toys? somewhere in the long house on the side of the mountain.or hill. but i hide black dildo she or he or i used up my butt. its still wet with juices. i hide it beneath a normal thing, a sink but dry.] And since he is SO easy to carry I decide i can, i will carry him for a long stretch of the road. its a house actually (which means My Brain!!). I carry him with ease but i bump him into door frames, into columns, and each time i feel bad and each time i say SORRY im sorry! didnt mean to! And each time i think he makes me know its ok. and he isnt upset about it and he isnt hurt badly...