The tone of my nonsensical dream slowly changed to a flash flood of emotional remembering: excited fear of the first hand between my legs rubbing the seam of my jeans, nervousness when the first hand went up my shirt timidly holding my breast, anticipation from the first hand up my skirt after going to the movies, anxiety from the first fingers, other than my own, to slip down my panties, and finally, the first boy that brought it all together that rainy night by the creek. In the hazy moments between sleep and awake, his fingers teasingly played between my legs. I groaned not from his manipulation but from being taken from my dream.

My mind stood in the darkness wanting to sleep while he stood in the light. They faced off. My sleepy mind vowing to remain in dreamland while his fingers countered with bringing me to the light of awakening. Let the battle begin.

His warm lips kissed my neck while his hot breath against my ear made me squirm. My squirming brought the excitement of him. This new thought caused my eyes to open in slivers turning to the light. The room was still dark, too early to be awake, keeping me in dreamland. Stalemate.

To keep from losing ground, his finger slipped inside me. He began his exploration of what my mind wanted to stay hidden, protected. A nervous sigh escaped my lips. My mind took a step toward the light.

I heard a pleading groan when his finger slowly left inside me before I realized it was me. A split second later, he grazed my clit. Inhaling in stages, I took a deep breath. A shiver of anticipation ran down my body, closer to awake. Another step towards the light was taken within that breaths time.

With his briefest of delay, sleep overtook me until two fingers inside me pulled me back slightly. An image of my now forgotten dream flashed on my closed eyelids. A half step back to the darkness. He countered, holding me tight to him so I could feel his hardening desire. A full step towards the light.

The darkness nagged at me, trying to pull me back when he shifted. A new sensation, something more significant, more intriguing than his fingers, flickered my eyelids. My body pushed back, wanting more of this phenomenon. Another step towards the light and the end of the duel.

Finally, swiftly, he obliterated the darkness as he invaded my body hard. My eyes flew open, fully awake. A definite win for the light.

I surrendered, most willingly, to his forces. Wrapping him in a coating of my well-earned wetness, he slid back then drove into me again. He whispered in my ear, but my mind would not let me understand the words. My body, being more alert, took control.

He overthrew the prior regime of dreams, replacing them with the light of absolute awareness. This reality, so abruptly thrust upon me, took a moment to solidify. He must have sensed this since he slowed his pace. I wanted more of the solid feeling.

I grabbed his neck, turned my head, and kissed him needily. With complete understanding, he sped his pace. Within moments we were both grunting, groaning, and moaning like animals. As the temperature in the room rose, so did our lust.

He spoke but one word, “Now,” unleashing the celebratory fireworks to explode around us, inside us, filling us with joy and satisfaction. Slowly our breathing relaxed to normal as we lay melded together in a position no one could choose at random.

It was too early to be awake but fully awake I was, so what else is there to do but write and… relive.