~my roommates ~

𝐓𝐰𝐨

♡︎
𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞

After a grueling day at my less-than-ideal job, I returned to find my apartment in disarray. The sight of crumpled clothes strewn across the floor and dishes piled high in the sink greeted me like an unwelcome guest. I felt a bit overwhelmed, but it wasn't too bad.

Closing the door behind me, I dropped my belongings and ran my fingers through my messy hair, trying to shake off the fatigue that clung to me like a second skin.

I took a final glance at the kitchen and living area before diving into a cleaning spree. The clutter seemed to mock me, a reflection of the chaos in my mind. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, putting on some upbeat music to drown out the remnants of my long day. Several hours and countless trash bags later, my apartment sparkled, and it felt great. The surfaces gleamed, and the air smelled fresh, a stark contrast to the disarray I had walked into.

However, exhaustion washed over me, and the vivid, tantalizing dream I had earlier lingered in my mind, refusing to fade away. It had been so real, so intoxicating, that I could still feel the remnants of its warmth wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. This had been a recurring issue, and I knew I should confide in someone, but who would take me seriously? The thought of sharing my dreams felt too vulnerable, too intimate.

I stepped into my freshly tidied room and flopped onto my bed, the soft fabric enveloping me, providing a soothing sensation against my skin as I began to drift off. The exhaustion from the day melted away, and I felt myself sinking deeper into the mattress, the world around me fading into a soft blur. As I sank deeper, a warmth spread through me, igniting a stirring deep within.

I shifted and squirmed, seeking comfort, but the fabric of my shirt brushed against my skin, heightening my sensitivity. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, and I felt my pants tighten uncomfortably. A knot of excitement formed in my stomach, a mix of confusion and desire that left me breathless.

Suddenly, I jolted awake, breathless, scanning my room, but the sensation had vanished. My heart raced as I tried to grasp the remnants of the dream, but it slipped through my fingers like sand. My hair clung to my face, and beads of sweat trickled down my skin, a stark reminder of the intensity of what I endured.

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