A STRANGE DREAM

It’s utterly strange when you dream of someone you haven’t talked for years. Or even someone you barely talked to, even for a few words. Yesterday, I dreamt of a high school girl, a junior one. Talking of younger girl, I’m definitely not a man who falls in love or even pays attention to. Actually, never. Affection is definitely a thing I lack of when it comes to little girls. It’s not that I think of them as a juvenile, immature creature. I’ve met tons of thoughtful girls who actually care about grown-up stuff. But it’s like there is an automatic switch board in my mind that whenever I met them, it swiftly ticks off.

But this time, it’s different. really different. The morning I woke up, I can still felt her soft, juicy, plump lips. I remember how I caressed her lips, gently touched hers. And how hers timidly touched mine. She played a sonata with her piano, her little, slightly chubby fingers ran through every notes. And I peacefully rested my head upon her lap. Oh how peaceful it is. How peaceful I am.

Never in my life, I feel so good being with a younger girl. But still it is a dream, no more than that. Or should I say, it signals something more than that?