In the Tea House

In my dreamscape we were sitting on red cushions in a dark smoky tea house
Smoking joints
And you were wearing a black beanie
And next to us people were eating bar nuts
And we sat talking all night long
While rain tormented the huge bay windows with tinted glass
And we drank tea
And the smoke clouds wafted gently over our hairs and faces
And there was so much laughing
And I leaned up against you
Not because I wanted anything
But because you were so comfortable.