the sex dream.


Only people who aren't having sex have the sex dream, and what a dream it is. A look, a feeling, all so intense because it is the powerful spawn of your brain, which has no mercy for the images it throws across the black screen called your eyelids. Not like you can do anything about it, because you're sleeping and might as well be dead.

Sex dreams fill the empty void inside of you when your conscious life cannot satisfy you. Such a feeling of being wanted, of feeling beautiful, of knowing someone eats, sleeps, and breathes you. The warmth their skin makes against yours, the glass sparkle in their eye, toned arms around your waist. Details are blurry and it is hot all over, and you hope this dream goes on forever. But then it ends and you wake up and it's cold, and you wear a sweatshirt to school, fail a test and get mud on the carpet.




God, I love the sex dream.