Don’t Make This Real

What? What the hell is going on?

No, no, don’t open your eyes. That’ll make this real. And I do NOT want to make THIS real.

Is this really happening? I remember driving to the party. I remember drinking, a lot. I remember having to pee so bad when the car broke down that I peed behind the gas station.

Now, I’m in bed. I’m pretty sure I passed out. Was he serious? I didn’t think he was serious. This is a bad dream. Please, someone tell me that this is a nightmare and I am going to wake up soon…

Nope. This is really happening. Keep your eyes closed.

What is he saying?

“Oh yea, you like that? Yea, you do.”

“Oh don’t stop baby.”

Did he just talk for me? Did he just…

Oh my god! He is having sex with me! Thrusting and pumping while I was passed out! When he asked if he could have sex with me when I pass out, I thought he was joking. I mean, who would do that to their wife. Now he can use my ‘yea, sure’ answer as consent.

Don’t open your eyes. Just lay still. He’ll finish soon.

Don’t open your eyes; that’ll make it real.