Holding down a dream
It is right there. Lurking in the periphery of my mind. I keep my eyes closed,
Baby, come to me.
Orange and green polka dots cartwheel across the back of my lids. Relax. Do not
There is a room. Built on a cliff overhanging a river. Everything is red, like Mars.
Did I walk closer?
I must have, as I am now amongst them. They are strangers. Except one tall
Who is he?
“Hello Jessica. Let's take a ride.”
He runs his fingers up my arm. My body tingles, my thighs contract.
“Ride me,” I beg.
“I will,” he says, throwing me to the floor.
He straddles my body. We are naked. He licks my nipples. The room is echoing
“Harder,” I cry.
But he vanishes, the others return.
Where did he go?
There is a film crew. A man with a beret motions for the cameraman to zoom in
A parrot flies overhead, beckoning. I do not want to follow the parrot, I want to
“You said something that was really important,” a uniformed guard says, taking
We are in a cramped office with monitors stacked against the walls. Multiplying,
I sneak my hand between my thighs. Wetness. I remove my hand. Opening my
I turn to my husband lying next to me. His green eyes blink at me. He leans in for
I hold up my bloody fingers, Stop sign style.
“Still not pregnant,” I sigh.
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