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 healed my eczema and found my beauty routine that I do religiously every day without exception. After my coffee I make another one for the boy who’s still in bed waking him up with its smell. We drink our coffee together in bed talking about our random dreams and thoughts during sleep. 

After awhile chilling in bed yapping about senseless things but also giving us words of affirmation we plan the day ahead. We‘re both free and wanted to do things together. We decide to go brunch, see a new exhibition which I want to show him and afterwards swim in the ocean listening to music and reading a good book in the sun. We plan to have dinner with some of our best friends outside, go to a nice cocktail bar where we know the people to celebrate this amazing summer we‘re having. This luxurious time we need to cherish being old enough to afford the things we want to and young enough to not care too much about how long we’re in the sun, how many drinks we can have and what time it is. A feeling of deep gratitude overcomes me, I kiss and hug him and say let’s fuck tonight. Sitting on him he whispers ugh you’re making me horny already and pulls me stronger to him rubbing against me. But I tell him he has to wait for tonight. With that said, I finish my coffee chug more water with my supplements eat a fig and kiwi and take my smooth morning shit. 

Light as a feather prepped and ready we‘re walking to the brunch place. It’s something new so I’m excited to try their smoothie and bowl. I have some work related thoughts I can share with him as he‘s a good advisor. I vent a bit share some new inspiration and ideas and talk some more shit, while he‘s giving me the real talk. I trust him and appreciate how he truly cares for me. The same way I do for my self but he believes in me more or in ways I sometimes don’t imagine for myself. He pushes me and we can talk about anything. It’s an equal mix of talking and listening, me and him and our life how we do individually but also together and what we think and feel going forward more serious after more than a year. We plan new trips because we can, solo for work, romantic weekenders, family get-togethers and holidays with friends. I like to feel secure with him. 

After brunch, he actually wants to do something else and asks if it’s okay that I’ll go to the exhibition alone. I first wonder why he has some excuse but it’s fine and ask a friend to go with. The new exhibition is exciting and mesmerizing. The feeling of New inspiration shoots up and I’m sharing it with my friend who’s equally as moved. We talk about it over another coffee and some cigarettes. 

Then my boyfriend asks where we are and joins us. He was with family and friends and surprises me with the sweetest gift. He was curious how the exhibition was and I tell him in the most concise and entertaining way reminding him of something that sparks new conversation. It’s exhilarating and we’re in love. My friend is making fun of us. Afterwards we stroll some more through the streets along a park and grab some ice cream. My absolute fave. Oops we realise we still wanted to go to the beach and check the time. It felt like time went so quick but actually it was still 3pm. We take a scooter to the beach with our bags packed and enjoy the rest of the afternoon heat skinny dipping into the clear ocean water in an unvisited bay. There’s no one around so we both blow each other there breaking the prebuilt tension before our scheduled hookup. 

Then we go home to take a refreshing shower together exfoliating every crevices of each other. We get ready in our couples outfits that are effortlessly coordinated but not too cringe. Just enough so we look cute snd confident together. At this point we are really hungry and head to our dinner party. It’s a beautiful fun round reuniting with friends you don’t get to see so often who are busy and others you practically live with. We share some appetizers, different dishes and end it with an espresso martini with more ice cream I can never get enough of. The evening is filled with laughter, good chitchats, group discussions, games and real talk. I feel like I truly belong. 

We‘re getting tipsy before we move the party to the dancing bar where we have friends shaking us some cocktails and DJs playing our favorite music. I move freely loving this endless summer day turning into night dancing with friends and catching my boyfriend looking at me. I swirl up to him passionately dancing kissing and giggling together. It feels like we have each others back and only desire each other in this moment. I know it is fleeting so I try to be as present as I possibly can. But I don’t let that fool me to drink more and numb the pain that ultimately comes from loving this hard, so I decide in the right moment to say goodbye to our friends and take my boyfriend back home where I want to fuck him so bad. We have to keep ourselves together on the way there until the moment my mom suddenly face times me. 

With the time difference of 7hrs it’s already morning in the Philippines and she just wanted to show me her Filipino breakfast in her new house she and dad built for themselves. It looks amazing while she messily moves her camera around and me and him are just trying to decipher what’s happening. She directly shouts for all the people around her to show off my boyfriend and she says some questionable things stressing for no reason but I can feel her love and i love her just the way she is. My boyfriend also has an understanding for that in a way that I never expected. We have visited the Philippines and the house a couple of months ago where I for the first time showed this side of my family and life. He started to love it there, the culture and therefore me. 

Finally we arrive home unbothered by none just the two of us. It was a dreamy day rightfully ending with the most intimate hot and steamy sex straight out of your dreams. It was like a stretch, work out and massage all in one. Once we both peak at the same time (which we became masters of) we hop into the shower for a quick rinse off, drunkenly brush our teeth and manage a fasttrack but still solid skin routine. Back in our bed in the same position as in the morning we call it a perfect day (without actually saying it) and quite immediately fall asleep.