I woke up this morning with an unearthly feeling and traces of kisses on my neck I never received. I didn’t have one of those ‘wet dreams’ or anything, because I know how those feel… this was different, entrancing, sensual, exciting and… innocent. I’d love to be kissed that way again.
The face that my dream had for those lips, wasn’t the same my memory holds, but god, the combination was perfect. Hours after I woke up I can still sense the ghostly breaths on my skin… I wish it wasn’t just a dream…
I crave some coffee, I miss my mom’s coffee
