Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.
That night, I had a dream.
The dream was about her.
We fucked in my dream, we fucked in the hottest most passionate of ways, totally naked, arms and legs wrapped around each other and locked in the most perfect fashion. I can’t remember what room we were fucking in, but it was on a bed. And we were fucking to a song, it was “Low.”
Suddenly I was in school, just hanging out at lunch, totally shirtless for some reason, bragging to my friends about fucking her.
Suddenly I see her in front of me, and she slaps me as hard as she can and I start falling. Just falling until I hit the bottom, which turns out to be my room at the hotel. I’m sweating from every pore on my body so much my boxers were sticking to my ass. I checked the time and it read 3:45, I smoked then went back to sleep.