I dreamed of another couple. I'm fucked. I'm so fucked.
Notes of a dream:
Awkward glances and smiles shared in passing. Nods and acknowledgements, unable to speak.
“You know anything about that new girl?”
“Little chunky for me.”
“Wasn’t asking for you, ya prick.”
“Whoah. Wait, you crushin’ on the chunky?”
“Don’t call her that.”
“Defensive? Check. You’re crushin’.”
“Just shut up. Forget I asked.”
“Hey guys, check it. Jerry’s got it bad for the fatty.”
“Fuck you assholes.”
They run into each other in the hallway/around a corner. Both spit out, “sorry.” She grabs his hand and looks into his eyes. He looks back and doesn’t pull away. Slow smiles spread across their faces.
She half-whispers, “love me?”
He laughs nervously and leans close to her. “OK.”
Her smile gets bigger and she laughs quietly.
He asks, “do you wanna try?”
She nods and says, “yes.”
They stare and smile and he tells her, “If your not busy, could we get together after work? To talk.”
“Any other questions you’d like to answer yes to?”
She laughs and looks down. Quietly she answers, “yes.”
He laughs and hugs her quickly. “I’ll talk to you tonight.”
As he walks around her and away she says under her breath to herself, “yes!”
The frightening part aside from how vivid it was? I saw flashes of more. The polar opposite of the story I'm writing right now, but somehow pounding into my head that this story needs told too.
I'm so fucked. I...am...so...fucked.
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