You are too vivid (I recall it too well)

I found you in my bed and the idea was so potent and you were so deeply sleeping I felt that turning on the bright lights would only hurt us. You were in my bed, had taken my phone number and slept beside me, chastely, one wide palm on my hip.

I was not wearing my best underwear.

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I dreamed you'd crept in through my balcony and sidled into my bed last night, light-years and suburbs away from where you should've been. You were calm in repose and stayed reclining, observing even whilst asleep.

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Perhaps you came home with me, on a late train and followed me home, where you stretched out on one side of my bed luxuriously, gently, one arm tentacling across the pillow like a comfort, a lover. I took it, stroked it, was not afraid. This is how we spent last night.

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My dreams are rarely so clear or memorable, and almost never featuring someone I'd just met. This is a little bit disturbing, but also kinda refreshing. Upon waking - and even now - I still blur a little, not knowing what really happened and what has not. I don't know what to think.