They say that when you dream of strangers, it’s because you met them recently. And since dreams are the type of stuff to keep you up all night. Or the thing that keeps your mind active even when you want to rest, even though your head feels like it’s about to explode due to it being overworked. Sometimes it’s a fantastic way to get traumatized, you simply dream of the unexplainable and the unreasonable when you can’t move your body willingly, unless you wake up, of course. Like that one time…

Inside a big living room, everything seems shrouded in darkness except the life that the flickering fire was providing in the fireplace. The walls were red with gold wavy linings, it all looked expensive and exquisite. The brown hardwood floor had a shining polish, a big white fluffy rug on the floor, upon it a small coffee table. Everything so clean, no speck of dust seemed to live anywhere around that room. Long burgundy drapes, flowing from along side the giant windows, outside it was a clear skies night. The big dark brown door opened. With fluffy black socks, skinny legs, in black panties with a white t-shirt on, she entered the room. Black straight hair a bit under her shoulder blades, long natural red nails, some black eyeliner, monolid eye shape and some gorgeous brown eyes, she smiled as she entered the room. I was on a brown leather couch, unable to get up. She seemed entertained by it all, giggling and looking like she just won the biggest jackpot. She signals me to get closer with a gesture of her hand and one finger. I feel pulled from the couch by a mysterious force which I can’t control. I fly into her arms, she stars laughing with excitement as she grabs me in her arms and says: “Oh, I am so lucky to have you here, with me." I’m confused, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know her, I don’t know how I got there or how she is doing any of this…

What can I do? What could I have done? As confused as I am, as good as it feels to be held by her, a warm embrace filled with love. At peace, I give in, I hug her back. Yet something still doesn’t feel right, or at least that’s what I was thinking. A small push from her, I fly back onto the couch, on my back, I can’t move again. Slowly moving towards me, a big smile on her face, she playfully winks at me. I start to get nervous, excited, I felt like I was shaking, though I couldn’t move. Once she got to me, she started touching my chest. I was wearing a white shirt, no tie and some black suit pants. She started kissing me passionately, I couldn’t stop her, nor did I want to at that point, somehow her spell wore off enough to the point where I could move my arms again. Without even thinking I pushed her back, climbed over, bit her neck as she gasped for air. My tense body felt like it was now prepared for impact as she starts undressing me. My hand goes on her back by instinct and pulls her close to me, now our bodies are touching as she quivers. Our eyes interlock, she puts her hand down and gently starts to move her hand up and down, a shiver goes down my spine and a stupid grin appears on my face. I want you, she whispers in my ear.

I wake up… Why? I think as the sun blinds me. I look next to me, the bed empty, just a shape of a person that was here a moment ago.

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