I woke up gasping for breath, taking almost a full minute to remember I’m in bed alone. That dream was so real I have to look around and make sure you aren’t actually there after all.
For almost two years now I’ve dreamt about you at least a couple nights a week. Not usually anything dirty, mostly your shining smile, your gorgeous olive green eyes, and your silky blonde hair. I can smell your sweet, intoxicating scent and hear your silly laugh at my stupid jokes.
Tonight was different though, I don’t know what got into me, but my normal image of my sensitive and loving friend took such a dirty turn.
After I fell asleep, I saw us out at breakfast, getting some drinks and catching up. In the dream, all I could focus on was your lips and found the urge to pull you in to a kiss like I always have in real life. I snapped to attention when you called my name the third time and asked if I was okay. I said I was and that I missed you and forgot how much I enjoy being anywhere near me. Any second around you is constant and pure joy. We decided we shouldn’t drive anywhere since the mimosas gave us a good buzz and decided to take a walk through the nearby park.