Ronan and I got pretty hammered soon after. Knowing well that he was not in any state to drive, he hailed a cab for me to get home.
Somehow I made it back to Birchwood in one piece, which was a miracle considering the fact that I didn’t remember how I got there. Even though this wasn’t my home, I had begun to treat it like one.
After stumbling into the bedroom, I fell face down onto the bed without even changing out of my dirty clothes. It felt amazing being drunk; the pleasant sensation of floating had cast the worries and frustrations away to the back of my mind.
In my stupor, I felt someone touching my face. It was familiar and comforting which reminded me of Michael.
I was convinced that it was a dream that I had, as real as it had felt. I opened my bleary eyes with difficulty and caught sight of Michael’s silhouette in front of me.
I must be dreaming, I thought to myself as a smile spread across my lips. It’s over between me and Michael. What reason would he have for being here? I think I must be dreaming of him because I miss him too much.
I had originally intended on shutting my eyes and going back to sleep, but it was such a rare occurrence that I had the chance to see Michael again. Even if it was a dream, I wanted to gaze at him for a little longer.
“Michael, I miss you…” I muttered, gazing upon the blurry face.
If it was a dream, then so be it. I would pour my heart out to him, and tell him everything that I wanted to say because it was very likely that I would never get a chance to for as long as I live.
“You miss me, Anna?” Michael whispered. Like his usual self, he spoke in a manner that suggested that he was always in control of the situation.
“I think of you every day, Michael. What happens now that I have fallen for you?” I pleaded. I was not afraid of what he might think, as I knew well even through the haze of insobriety that I was conversing with a figment of my own imagination. I just had to get the words out or it’d haunt me forever.
“Anna, say it again.” Michael looked shocked.
“Michael, I’ve fallen for you… I love you” I repeated only this time I said it with more passion and affirmation.
“If you had fallen for me, then why did you break up with me?” Michael’s voice returned to its usual casual manner, though it sounded like it contained suppressed grief.
I was saddened by his question. I ended things with him only as an attempt to keep whatever dignity I had left.
“I do not want to be left with no self-respect. Your mother has come to me. If I didn’t break up with you, nobody would ever respect me again.”
I smiled bitterly as the pain in Michael’s eyes became more apparent. If it was not for the sudden appearance of his mother, I might still be immersed in temporary and superficial happiness.
At my response, Michael’s eyes became more guarded though he did not pursue the matter.
Gazing upon his beautiful face so close to mine, I could not resist any longer. The next thing I knew, my hands were around his neck as I kissed him affectionately.
I could do whatever I want in my dream. I didn’t have to care about what he thought. All I wanted was for him to stay with me.
Michael was caught off guard by my move, though it didn’t take long for him to reciprocate.
I kissed him vigorously. Perhaps it was due to the knowledge that my actions would have no repercussions in the lucid realm, I acted without restraint. Soon, Michael had succumbed to my passions.
Climbing into my bed eagerly, he held me tightly in his arms as his hands wandered all over my body which felt extremely erotic. I surmised it was due to the effects of the alcohol.
Being drunk had its perks in making me more brazen too. I took the initiative undoing his belt and reaching into his pants.
I hesitated when I felt his erection. Michael wouldn’t know what I did in my own dream, I reminded myself. There’s no need to be shy.
With that encouraging thought, I became emboldened.
It was true that the effect of alcohol was a catalyst to all brazen acts.
Our bodies moved in sync with each other. With each successive peak up the roller coaster of pleasure, I had reached climax more times than I could remember.
Even through the haze of a dopamine surplus in my brain, I was rather embarrassed that I had wet dreams when I was drunk.
It seemed like I was more salacious than I realized.
Michael’s turn to climax came. He shuddered in rapture before sliding off to lay beside me. As he held me tightly in his arms, his lips never left my skin.
“Anna, I think I’ve fallen for you too,” said Michael softly. Even in the depths of my dream, my heart thumped wildly at the sound of his voice. The man’s influence on me was profound.
I said nothing but turned around to hug him back, afraid that he would disappear if I did not hold on to him.
I wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or the physical exertion I just went through that had made me drop promptly off to sleep.
The following morning, I woke up with a monstrous hangover. With a groan, I opened my eyes and had to quickly shield them as I have yet to adjust to the blinding rays of the morning sun streaming through the blinds.
I had intended on getting out of bed. However, a soreness throughout my entire body quickly discouraged me from doing so.
“What the hell happened for me to be this sore all over?” I muttered to myself.
Suddenly, I recalled my saucy dream from last night. As vivid as it was, it was only a dream and would have no reason to have its effects manifested into a reality.
Alarmed, I spun around to stare at the bed where Michael used to sleep before. There was no trace of him, as it should be.
It really was a dream, after all.
It had been a couple of days since we had parted ways with one another. When we ran into each other at work, he saw me as a stranger. It was really foolish of me to expect him to have spent the night with me.
Perhaps I missed him that much to have concocted that fantasy for myself.
With a self-deprecating laugh, I pulled myself together and got up. With a start, I realized in horror that though I did not change out of my dirty clothes before climbing into bed the night before, somehow I woke up not wearing anything. Aside from that, I had red spots all over my body. They were faint but definitely there.
What the hell is going on?
