"did you have a sex dream last night?" her voice echos in my mind. each word giving a beat like a drum, repeating itself over and over. "well, it's just that i dream that you were in your socks..", as she begins to trail off, never finishing the rest of it. it's implied that more happened, something hot and steamy- and exciting. my eyes open. the question rings in my thoughts again. "well.. not quite as such. that part of the dream is blurry," i answer in my thoughts to the dream person. perhaps we're always dreaming if we can still answer those people after opening our eyes.
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