It was such a lovely dream. A hot guy, Foosball, drinks, music.....making love over and over again. We were both so tired, and it did seem like a dream, a beautiful dream that was fun before, during, and after.
It was the rest of the dream that was so bizarre.
Rain, pelting between the houses, cars driving by so loud, so many noises...pillows falling between mattress and headboard, tasting myself on him, blinking clocks, the fear that being away for the night would cause my universe to implode back home, and the fear that not having an out clause will make one half I've come to love give up on me. Not knowing how to make things different.
Imagine that how this is right now, is how it will always be, like nothing and no one will ever strip away the soul bond, no matter what we both do to each other. It's not about love anymore. It's gone so much deeper than that. I'm breathing his scent because it rolls out of MY skin....thats how far inside my head he's gotten...he's relentless.
Mr, I am so screwed....
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