Notes: This is just a little angsty vignette I started a few weeks ago. It isn’t my favorite piece but its the first thing I’ve actually finished! HOORAH! I proofread it today (9/26/01) and I think it’s ready to go. I don’t mention any names but we all know who’s who. And I hope they work it out ;)

Another Morning After by Lowtown Princess

God, I love her. But This has to stop.

I had one o’ those dreams again. About HER. About US. I’ve been havin those dreams for years and relished every single one of ‘em, but they were just dreams. They were never like this.

This is somethin else. This is different. This is real.

And she thought I wouldn’t figure it out! But I did. She thinks I don’t know what she’s doin. She’s wrong. She thinks I’ll just keep wakin up every mornin thinkin it's just another fantasy. Just another fuckin wet-dream! But it aint! An’ I know that now.

These haven’t been just fantasies for a while.

She’s been comin ta me. Inta my subconscious. Givin me what I’ve wanted since I met her. Guess she wants it too. ‘Bout Goddamn Time. But she didn’t even ask! Prob’ly ‘cause she knew I’d say NO. As much as I want her, she’s still married. An’ I WONT be the other man. I gotta put a stop to it. It’s startin ta hurt too much.

I could keep on dreamin that same dream forever if I knew it was only a dream. An’ in the mornin, when the memory of it faded away, I’d know it was just a really nice dream...It never really happened. But damnit, she was actually with me last night! In my arms! In my bed! Telepathically intruding on my dreams about her and lovin' every goddamn minute of it! It was real ta both of us last night, and now, I’ve only been awake for five fuckin minutes and I can just barely remember it!

Christ. I still remember her saying she loved me. Did she mean it? The worst part of it is, that memory’s gonna fade too.

I wish I hadn’t figured it out.

I don’t like being used. Even like that.

If she wants me, JUST ME, she can fucking HAVE me! But not like this.

I’ve gotta confront her about it. Today.

I need her for real.

God knows, I’ve got enough fading memories of dreams...