I had a dream. I donât know what to make of it.
We were lying in bed, separate ones. I was on mine fixated directly by the left corner of the room where the glass door to the balcony was. I loved to watch the hustle and bustle of the busy mornings. You were on yours, just beside mine, with the lamp atop a drawer between us, the only thing keeping us apart. The bed used to be in front of mine but you pushed it to the far corner where the wall was since it was warm. Plus, you could always sneak off and read porn there.I didnât mind.
We were quiet. You were scrolling on your phone while I was staring at the ceiling. I couldnât find our clock. But then, you asked me all of a sudden,
âWe should have our own rooms, donât you think?âÂ
I swung my head around to look at you for a moment, my brows creased in a sort of puzzlement. For some reason, it caught me off-guard. The silence must have gotten to me. No, I wanted to tell you, isnât it fine like this?Â
I returned my gaze to the ceiling and blurted out, âYeah, I suppose.â
You didnât respond immediately but when you did, you laughed it off as always.
âYou seem passive. What? Do you like being in one room with me?â
It made me blush. You were playing with me, once again. You always did.Â
âOr do you want to be with me... in one bed?â I heard you chuckle.
It made me feel even worse. More knots twisted my stomach with such a remark. It hurt. I made no answer. I faced the glass and stared out into the street, watching. It started to rain. Most of the cars were stuck in traffic, hoping to head home despite the storm. Strangely, I found it comforting and upsetting at the same time. I closed my eyes but heard you shuffle in your bed, stand up and walk away... at least, thatâs what I thought. Heavy footsteps sounded louder as you approached. The weight of the bed became heavier, the wood making an awful creak.Â
Then you grabbed and spun me around to face you, wrapping your arms around me as we fall back on the bed. With my face pressed tightly against your chest, I could hear your heartbeat.
I woke up, in my own bed with the cold clinging to me.
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