Now, don’t get me wrong. That action under any normal circumstances would have been nothing more than comforting. But during a time that you are half asleep and as sexually driven as I was, every touch is erotic.

As she crept closer to sleep the movement stopped. The sun was already going down so there was no light to bother me. I swiftly passed into slumber.

Suddenly, I’m on the edge of the futon. Ashley’s face is between my legs. My hands are in her hair. I’m breathing heavily. Everything is happening in flashes. I’m moaning loudly and it is echoing through the trees. Her nails are scratching at my thigh and I’m close. I’m so close it is like one more flick of her tongue and I will be over the edge.

I woke up suddenly, a cold sweat glistening at my brow. I take a second to get my bearings straight and get my breathing steady. It isn’t very often that I dream about sex. Why am I suddenly dreaming about it now?

Consider it a present from me.

You can’t make me dream certain things, can you? That is really fucked up, Voice.

I’m basically your subconscious. Whatever you dream about is practically from me.

You’re a fucking dick, I hate you.

I love you too sweetie.

I roll over on my side and notice that Ashley is maybe halfway between the real world and the dream world. I look up at the pitch black sky. Stars are glistening slightly. “Are you awake?” I ask.

“Yeah” she says sleepily.

“We should probably wake up and go inside. You need to finish your laundry before you have to leave, remember?”

Her eyes open and she graces the world with her beautiful smile. I love that smile. But instead of going inside, we lay there for a while. We enjoy moments like those. Those moments when we just talk, telling each other stories with no purpose other than to share them with someone.

“Oh my god,” I say bringing up a new story. “The worst of my friends was Ariel. She was such a tease! We never had sex, but she got a kick out of teasing the hell out of me.”

“Oh you mean like me?” Ashley asks with a smile.