I dream of him. Every night.
He slips into my sleep like a sweet burn.
He says nothing. He looks at me. He takes me.
And I feel everything.
His hands. His skin. His breath. His weight.
I wake up with the sheets wrapped around my thighs.
My throat is dry. My stomach, tight with that delicious cramp again.
He doesn't exist. But my body doesn't care.
My body knows him. Craves him. Again. Again.
I'm going insane.
I search for him in strangers' eyes. In the streets.
I hear the voice I've never heard.
Smell the scent I can't name.
It's an obsession.
An addiction.
A need stronger than reality.
And then one day I see him.
I'm not asleep.
But my body reacts as if I still were.
That's when I know.
What I used to dream of…
has just begun.