Night switch

There was just enough energy to get ready for the bed. Relaxing moments in the bathroom all by myself. Smells that seduced me into my dreams.

In the darkness of our bedroom I opened my eyes. It felt as if I am still dreaming so I reached for the light switch. It is always in the same place on a wire to my little light on the bed-side table.

Holding it in my hand I could not decide what to do. Does it matter if I dream or not?

Will he wake up?

Do I want him to wake up?

My thoughts slid into a wilderness of possibilities.

As I was playing with my thoughts I felt a touch on the fingers of my other hand. Moving gently with a whisper followed "I was dreaming of you.". He moved my hand where I could have felt his dreams. I wanted to resist as his lips closed mine. The light switch fell out of my hand.

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Just about noon I received a message: "I was dreaming of you.".

"You dream very hard."

"For 2 hours already."

"What? In your office?!"

"No."

"?"

"You know where."

I wanted to text. Then again I did not. I wanted him. And he was in our bed. Waiting.

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My hands were shaking as I was unlocking the doors. I felt dizzy, as if this was my first time ever. My whole body was hoping for it, yet again my mind wanted to make me look cool.

Darkness. My mobile screen beeped. A message.

"That took you very long. Find a way to the bed. Turn the switch on."

I took my coat and shoes off. In the midst of darkness found my way to the bed. Silence. I touched the bed, slowly moving my hand towards the light switch.

His hand again. Slowly pulling me in the darkness. Air was filled with smells of perfume, mixed with sweat. I could not hold my breath any more.

Night switch never lit.

Our moment went on in the darkness.