I smelled you in my dream.
The clean tang of that cologne I never
knew the name of.
I heard you in my dream.
You moaned as my name escaped your
lips in a way I’d never heard.
I felt you in my dream.
Your hands claimed my body with
a hunger I’d never experienced.
I tasted you in my dream.
The bite of scotch on your tongue
arousing me like never before, or since.
I saw you in my dream.
Floating in and out like a specter, teasing,
and then never saw you again.
Sherry McGuinn is a slightly-twisted, longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. Her short films have screened at The Pan African Film Festival in Cannes (awarded “best short”), the Nashville Film Festival, the Honolulu Film Festival, the Los Angeles Film School, New Filmmakers New York, and New Filmmakers Los Angeles. Her work has appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, and numerous other publications. Sherry’s manager is currently pitching her newest screenplay, “The Month We Fell Apart,” a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story.
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