Dream No. 1

Sunday to Monday

A former lover invited me to dinner. He met me at the door and I walked in, happy to be there. The apartment was cool, sleek, with a lot of white. It was evening, summer, and it was dark outside.

We were suddenly in his living room, on the floor, sitting comfortably naked together under a soft, warm, dark gray blanket that kind of draped around and over us. My back was leaning against a wall or a couch, and he sat facing me, our legs intertwined. He clasped my hands, looked me in the eyes, and asked me if I wanted to play a game. It was a word game, and he told me the name with the expectation that I knew what it was, but I didn’t.

“You’ll have to teach me,” I said, and he started to show me how to play.

We were interrupted by another man who came from somewhere upstairs where he had been all along.

Older, paternal, he walked in fully dressed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were naked under the blanket. I drew closer to my lover as I tried to hide, and he tried to dismiss the other man and send him away. The other man stayed. He was happy to see me there, and came over greet me, but as he did, he slipped his hand under the blanket and grasped my right outer thigh tightly. I bristled at the touch, which felt unpleasant, and pulled away with a nervous laugh as I pushed his hand and tried to hide the fact that I was naked. He came closer and did it again, and again I pulled away.

I awoke with the feel of his hand still on my skin.