Before I washed off the ink

Roger painted me feet with henna on Sunday night for my birthday. We thought about painting a design around my navel, but it was 10 p.m. and I'm old now. So we decided to go to bed. I dreamed that I was an African princess who was being held hostage on a speedboat, and when I was rescued I was taken to a submarine. I think it had something to do with the henna.