CAN A GIRL STILL DREAM?
I wake up in a low king size bed with white high quality cotton bed sheets all cuddled and twirled up with my boyfriend. I’m wearing a silken PJ shorts because it’s hot and i don’t like the sweat rubbing between bare skin and it feels slouchy sexy. My boy wears none except for his sweet sweat induced scent from last night. I wake up smelling it, remembering that he exists and cuddling myself close to him. My head on his soft yet firm chest giving him loving kisses everywhere, yet subtle enough so he doesn’t wake up and I can watch him sleep. I don’t check the time because I know after my circadian rhythm that it’s around 9am. And it’s a Saturday after all. Slowly I remove myself from him letting him sleep longer. In the kitchen of that apartment that belongs to us, I chug a glass of water, go to the Toilette to pee and set up the coffee machine. Topless and barefoot I stand there waiting for my coffee and looking out the window into a warm sunny day. My skin feels supple since I‘ve hea...