He Whispered a Taboo

Kagoatweed’s Rant: R&R Please, but don’t steal ideas!

I didn’t know that was what dreams were supposed to do. My life has been dotted with dreams of all sorts, but never of that particular breed. I have had falling dreams, naked dreams, screaming dreams, dreams where I’ve been chased, sacrificed and martyred, but never before have I had a dream whose touch could make me shake.

When I walked in, there my dream lie, serene, untouched. My dream was asleep on the bed, sheet tossed haphazardly to the side. I avoided my dream. My dream was forbidden, illicit. Instead, I curled into myself on the floor, close enough only for my thoughts to reach my dream, not my body.

Not long after I began to fall asleep, my dream came to me. A hand curled around my side, fingertips moved my shirt to better access my stomach, and warm breath made my body go tense. Disobeying the laws of reason, the laws of morality, my dream had touched me.

My dream whispered in my ear. Barely intelligible, every whispered syllable reminded me both of my hopes and fantasies, as well as my dream’s self-proclamation of holiness and the unwavering loyalty that titled him taboo.

My breath caught when fingers ran my spine. My back arched when he swiped the small of my back. I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking when his hands roamed to hear my heart beat. I began to live.

This dream was a lot like other dreams. I felt like I was falling, but my breath was as if I was being chased. My body was tense in a dream of exposure and nudity, and my teeth were clenched in a nightmare. Despite this, I was stationary, clothed and most importantly, awake. This dream defied all things that before I held as logical truths, laws not to be tampered with

When he left, I let go of the tension, and stopped biting my tongue. Breathing became simpler, even though it was still an impressive task.. Eventually, my legs held enough strength to hoist my sleepy frame onto the cushions I had been avoiding all night. Hugging a mass of silk to my cheek, silenced tears escaped me.

I have had a good deal of dreams before. I have seen a plethora of wonderful things in these dreams, things that could never be anywhere but in a dream. Somehow, this dream was different. He had a heartbeat, breath, and blood. He has my sleeping form for as long as he may desire it. We both know that this particular dream is forbidden, but neither of us is willing to wake up.