That Wasn't Awkward At All... in Dreams And Nightmares

I was lazing about, television on pretending to sleep when you had walked into the room. Nothing but a pair of pink panties on as you climbed into bed. We talked. We fucked. We talked more.

The last words you ever spoke of me, to someone else that is, was that I was a piece of shit. I haven’t heard from you in years and haven’t seen you in longer. Why the hell did I dream about you last night, Sarah?