I had the weirdest dream ever. It was absolutely unbelievable...
He laid above me. We had a blanket over us. I looked down to find my toes, and I had no idea why I wanted to do that. To my surprise, everything beneath was mosaic. Literally mosaic. Everything behind the mosaic was something like our skin colour.
We were making love.
No way. I would never do that before our marriage...
I suddenly stopped, stood up and went to the mirror by my bedside.
It wasn't me in the reflection. It was someone else.
It was her...
I felt my cheek muscles move, and I saw that her reflection was smiling slyly at... me. It ended off with an evil wink.
I tried to open my eyes. It was a rather unsuccessful attempt, as they were too heavy for my lids muscles to lift. I tried tweaking my "non-existent" fingers.
"Lynn?" someone just called my name.
"Is that you, Lynn?" the voice called out again.
Oh, I fainted?
Yes I am. I'm afraid I don't have the strength to speak now. Silly me even thought I could communicate through thoughts.
I felt someone lifting me up. I felt more than that - I felt revitalized and energized in my thoughts. My body felt stronger as I leaned on this fellow's chest. This familiar muscular chest. It was, surprisingly, comfortable.
I slowly separated my lids from my eyes. Everything was blurry, like a smudged painting. It slowly sharpened a little.
I tilted my head up to my saviour.
"No way," I used my energy to scream out the words, which only sufficed a squeak.
No way can it be Dexter.
He reached his hands up to my cheeks. That gesture was so familiar, he used to do that when we were together.
I closed my eyes and waited for him to brush his smooth hands against my hot cheeks like I always did. I waited for long before I opened up again and saw the shock on his face. He looked at this hands and pulled them back behind his back.
"I'm sorry, I forgot we aren't... I'm so sorry, Lynn, so sorry..."
A part of me wished we were still together. If not for the drama, we would have been rated the most perfect couple in the campus.
Just then, another tear flowed through my eyes.
He finally gave in. He cupped my face in his hands and brushed away the tear with his thumb.
Oh Lord, how I miss Dexter...
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