The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I dreamed I fucked her again.  This time without the ending event, we just fucked and fucked and fucked.  I would actually have the same dream not to long after this one.  It was a perfect dream, not because it was about fucking, just because I knew one day I could have her.  I wasn’t the murderous monster I thought I was, so there was no reason why she wouldn’t be with me.  When I woke up I realized this was sort of true.  

Unless she outright rejects me, there isn’t anything keeping me from at least talking to her, except for me.  I made a mental note of this, when I went back to sleep.


At 2:14.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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