i had this dream last night, about a boy i obsessed over for years. this crush started in elementary school, and i am very obviously not entirely over it. thankfully, it doesn’t torture me like it used to.
i’m back in my hometown, but somehow it is beautiful. the rich green pastures glow, fog like lace still hangs in the trees as the sun glowed into them. he has some unexpected occupation here – perhaps he runs a small restaurant. i see him over other people’s heads. he’s as tall as me now, perhaps a hair taller. that blond hair, those piercing blue eyes, his pursed lips still cause a shiver up my spine.
it’s possible that he invites me home to dinner, to catch up on where we’ve gone with our lives. it’s unclear how i end up in his bed, still clothed but trembling inside.
his kisses wash over me in nerve-wracking waves of pleasure. we’ve been waiting years for this, and it’s more perfect than any previously-treasured fantasy. we hold our bodies just far enough apart that the electricity crackles.
things progress, as they are wont to do.
we’ve bent the rules – he dips inside me, lingers for a moment, retreats. i know i can’t be trusted for much longer. “i don’t have any condoms,” i say.
“neither do i.”
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god damn my brain. still, it’s nice to know that my subconscious is into safer sex. and that, in dreamland, i remember that i’ve got a husband.
and… well, hot morning sex while his voice is all gruff is a hell of a way to top off a great dream like that.
