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  • Light gently pours through the window over your bed. A cool, refreshing breeze floats into the room, curtains fluttering in excitement. It seems like a deep, cleansing breath for my soul. A simple sense of peace and contentment I have not felt in a long time. It is the first day of autumn, and the weather has responded accordingly. It is just as enthusiastic as I am to throw away the harsh sunlight and sweltering heat of summer.

    I lie in this serene state for some time before breaking its trance. I look over at you, sleeping quietly next to me. In the morning light, everything seems different, clearer than the night before. This was not suppose to happen. We were friends, and fairly new friends at that. But everything has changed. I see it better now, without the veils of alcohol and candlelight. We both knew we could not be together. You knowing I wanted different things than you; me knowing I was not ready to start another relationship. But loneliness is a potent force. We knew this could be devastating. We both fell prey, and neither of us cared. We dove into each others' arms, and your bed. All we needed at that moment was to be touched, kissed, and screwed into feeling we were wanted. Not by anyone in particular. Just wanted.

    Now we lie side-by-side, drifting in and out of sleep. As I turn away to rest on my side, you awaken, and curl up behind me. We know this was not suppose to happen, but it did. And for the moment, we just accept that. Our bodies, naked still from last night's rendezvous, are pressed together. We do not want reality to set back in. Loneliness is too excruciating to face right now. You hold me even tighter, knowing this will not last much longer. I let myself melt into your body as I fade into a sweet slumber. You sleep, too, more comfortably than before. We know that we must return to the real world, but for now, we happily dream that we are wanted.
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