The next morning, I awoke with a pounding head full of regrets. Groaning, I got up from my comfortable bed and drank the cup full of water I'd left by my bedside last night. Gasping at the quick intake of liquid into my body, I stumbled to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee.
Strong coffee. I was going to need it.
After eating my breakfast and downing far more than the recommended dosage of aspirin, I laid down on the couch with a cold pack on my forehead to nurse my hangover headache. While trying not to move around too much and focusing on keeping my breakfast down, I thought about last night's events.
"Fuck, I really kissed him..." I realized, laughing nervously at the memory. That was definitely going to result in some repercussions. Good or bad repercussions? I had yet to find out.
My phone dinged and with great caution, I checked my messages.
Grinning like a crazy person, I sat up and quickly replied to his message. At least some things about this morning were good.
I made a sound similar to a pterodactyl and stared at my phone screen in shock.
HE DREAMED ABOUT ME?
Wilbur, probably the most attractive person I've met in my 22 years of life, was having subconscious thoughts of ME resulting in a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during the stage of unconscious rest known as REM sleep?? Unless I was still dreaming, this was like Christmas come early.
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