Page 196 of Callan

Mmm…

What a beautiful dream I just had.

Oh, my.

I can’t even… My body still grapples with the shudders.

Was it a dream?

My lips curl into a smile while my eyes stay closed.

Slowly, I pull the sheets up and cuddle against the pillows.

I’m still sleepy, unwilling to return to a not-so-great reality.

Yet, more and more, I start to remember things.

The awful experience from yesterday afternoon and the amazing dinner we had last night.

The sex we had.

The dream I had.

‘It wasn’t a dream,’a little voice whispers in my head.

And as I finally open my eyes and look around I can’tnotagree with it.

The memory comes back to me.

Him taking me from behind.

Me murmuring words.

I remember everything.

It was good.

It was so good.

Although he was in a rush.

He came. I didn’t.

Rolling to my back, I lift the sheets, the smell of his release drifting to my nostrils.

It wasn’t a dream.

It was him having me one last time before walking out.

My smile fades as my sheets fall over my body, and my eyes shift to the view outside.

Clouds resembling gigantic puffs of smoke wrap around the high risers.It’s a gray day, and everything is wrapped in sheets of ice.

A warm, mellow light glows around the bedroom while a fresh scent of aftershave floats in the air.

Saddened by his absence, I pull upright and glance around.The longer I linger here, the more downcast I’ll become, so I better move.

There’s no point in grieving or feeling bereft.

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