Is This Real?

by Nicole Antoinette

I woke up halfway through the dream. My sweat was thick and clumps of hair were plastered to the back of my neck. It felt like I had slept for three days and yet hadn't fallen asleep at all; the dreams were so real. You were there; there were lots of us actually, at times, and at other times, just us. The sequence of events in the dreams are blotchy to me now, scattered behind my eyelids, continually rearranging themselves like the memories of a too-much-vodka night. All I know is that when you touched me, it was like being covered in electric sunflowers and I was unstoppable in my desire for you.

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Nicole Antoinette blogs at More is Better. She knows she's too old to wear her hair in pigtails, but she does it anyway. She likes cheesecake, world travel, and people who don't assume.