The term paper

[tragicomicnight]

I dreamt of fields of jasmine. I dreamt of a sky bluer than I had imagined a sky could be. I dreamt in smells and tastes and in colors I had never seen. I dreamt of Marie laying there ready for me, her face flushed with joy and beaming with love. Her body was nude as it was really. Her hair flowed down over her shoulders spilling forth, her breasts were as rosy and sweet as I had seen them and were hard with excitement, her skin was as smooth as always and her sex moist and pleased. She did not speak, nor did I, but smiled invitingly. I sat down with her and placed my hand on her breast and kept it there. I was content there and then to just be sitting. We seemed to know that we would eventually make love and it would be perfect and pristine and lovely, but that we could be content with it just being us where we were, happy as we ever had been and ever could be. And in my mind was an equally splendid feeling that I would wake up and it would be this way.

 

[Azalea]

When I woke up the next morning, I realized I had slept the night through without waking up once. It had been a very long time since I had slept so soundly. I felt Mark's arm around me, and realized his hand was still cupping my breast. Smiling, I very gently removed his arm and slipped out of the makeshift bed. It was still quite early, the sun's rosy morning light filtering in behind the blinds.
It was Friday, and I had a seminar at nine, so I had to freshen up and get going, but Mark had no classes today, so there was no reason for him to be disturbed. I wrote him a note, explaining he was free to stay and sleep until I got back from class, and then threw on some clothes and quietly slipped out to get some coffee and and a sweet roll from the machines down the hall.