Drabble (269 Words)

I dream of things that can’t be real.

I dream of things that would never happen.

I dreamt of you last night, you were perfect in your jeans and shirt, and you hugged me. Not a friendly one, but an intimate one with my leg between yours and your leg between mine and your lips next to my ear.

We pulled away slightly, our lower halves still touching, our arms still around each other, and you ask me a question.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

My only response is, “I don’t even kiss my mother all that often.” And I pull away from you completely and turn away.

I can’t kiss someone I know doesn’t want me back that way, but perhaps I am insane for not taking something that was so obviously just a dream. I wish I could see you again but you disappeared after I turned away and I never saw you again.

Is it bad that I can still feel your arms around me? That I can feel your body next to mine and we fit so well together that I wonder if we weren’t born just for a moment like that.

Either way, it’s over now. My confusion is written away and though you’d never see this, it’s still in my mind and I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for the entire day. It’ll probably still be there tonight, I can only hope.

So I’ll see you later, in my dreams, and maybe this time I’ll have the courage to do something I would never do in reality.