I stayed at a hotel, and my Boss Dada was with me.

He wasn’t living with me, but he was helping clean the rooms.

There was a younger woman with us, who we were supposed to be helping clean the rooms.

I wasn’t doing much, but I had a mop in my hands.

My Boss Dada was cleaning the bathroom.

I went back to my room and lay down in the bed.

After a while, I got back up, and my ex was in bed with my sister.

I asked why he was in the bed with her.

“Because I want to be.” He responded and lay back down.

I left the room and went back to try to help clean the rooms.

But once again, I wasn’t doing much.

I was just watching the others clean—My mother and sisters

So I went back to my room.

The younger black woman who was cleaning the rooms came into my room.

I told her that we didn’t need service.

She marked my room key with a note and advised me to go back to the reception desk to pay.

“I thought that I paid for the week.”

She rechecked a folder to see when I checked in.

And I checked it with her, but we couldn’t find it.

“Make sure that you’re paid up. Because the police had to be called on one guest for non-payment.”

“I’ll find out,” I said.

She took my wallet and proceeded to search through it.

I took my wallet back and checked to make sure that everything was still inside.

“Where’s my ID?” I asked.

“I don’t have it!” She said, walking away.

“Where’s my ID?” I demanded, researching my wallet again.

I went to the Lobby Bar, and there was a black guy with his head down on his phone.

I thought that it was my Boss Dada.

I wasn’t paying him any attention, I was looking for my ID.

I searched through a coffee table near him.

“Can I help you?” He asked me.

He wasn’t my Boss Dada, but he was gorgeous.

“I’m looking for my ID.

“Okay.’

I went back to my room and searched my wallet again.

“I found it.”

“I told you. What the fuck am I gooing to do with it!” The young woman yelled from outside the door.

The owner of the hotel walked by in conversation with another guest.

“Hey, didn’t I pay for the week?” I asked him.

“Do you need some Chapstick?” He responded.

WHAT?

LOL…

I went to the mirror and checked.

My lips were a lil chapped.

Y’all… Lol

END DREAM

MESSAGE

Okay, let’s start with the chapped lips.

It symbolizes a need for self-care and self-love.

Take care of your body—Drink more water and eat healthier

My ex was in bed with my sister.

He’s in league with her.

They communicate with each other.

That’s why I don’t fuck with him.

He doesn’t have my best interests at heart.

And he let his emotions get the best of him.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I’m good!

My Boss Dada was HELPING me clean a hotel room.

It means that he’s a SUPPORT system, and he’s HELPING me to transition from one path to another.

I wasn’t doing much.

He’s going to take the lead and GUIDE me.

The temporarily lost/stolen ID—Insecurity or lack of confidence in one’s abilities and decisions

It wasn’t lost or stolen.

I need to have confidence in myself.

I know what I’m doing.

I’m on the right path—Stay the course