Dreams

Bethany

Woke up in the house on Kingsway, late for school? Couldn't be. But I arose, it was spring and you could smell it, you could feel it. The sun was like an absolution, forgiving your nocturnal slumber. And I was younger. One of those utopian dreams, you know. And I went to Bethany's house, which was a few blocks away. I went in, played with the dog, a large golden thing, hairy. Bethany was either in the shower or just getting up. The fact that I was in the same house as she, when she was in such an innocent state, was indescribably erotic. Innocence, virginity, it permeated the dream. Waiting for her, the feelings I had, they were new, and old, at the same time. As if I recognized them for what they were, but still wasn't used to them. I think she came out at one point to give me a hug. She may have had on more than just a towel. Sweats, maybe.