/lit/ - Literature

A dream in the woods. A different decade. Wrapped beneath a leafless red blanket, she is mine. The trivialities and burdens of a late 20’s something are lifted for this moment. I exist to take her virginity. She exists to give it. A secret of the subconscious. I flip over the Fright Night vinyl. “Save Me Tonight.” Where is the vampire in our story?

Headlights appear. A friend. An argument about the make out spot. Something’s wrong. The moon was not for aesthetics. He transforms, and we talk. “A werewolf can totally beat a vampire.” I secretly agree but for the sake of the script we carry on.

I wake and someone’s still there. My head is awash in emotion. I try and bargain with myself: “Buy Charline flowers.” I put it back on the night stand. It would make her jealous. Dreams aren’t meant for anyone else, even soulmates.