not afraid ♡ clifford

lucid dreaming

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i sat up on my bed, hands digging into the mattress; eyes focusing on the darkness around me, a small flicker of light coming from a candle that sat on my dresser, normally i would find comfort in the small candle, the aroma coming from it sometimes even sent shivers down my spine; but i didn't remember lighting this candle, i sat there pondering how the candle was lit; when i heard the creaking of hardwood and the clearing of a throat. i looked over at the doorway into my room, a masculine figure stood there with faded but neon-like purple hair stood leaning against the door frame.

"have a good sleep?" asked michael who took a step farther into the room, i shifted slightly on the bed and looked around the room before back at michael, everything seem to have the slightest of a glow to it; a lump formed in my throat and i wasn't sure how to reply. he took a step closer to the bed and the slightest of a smirk formed at the edge of his lips, i knew if i was to open my mouth my voice would get caught in my throat; so i keep my mouth closed. i wasn't sure if i should have asked how and why he was in my room but every time he got closer to the edge of the bed i began to become more compelled to not even care why he was there, finally I felt my throat clear up and my mouth slightly hung open.

"what are you doing here?" i asked and michael gave the slightest of a chuckle as if i made a snippy comment about him being here. instead of answering michael was now at the edge of the bed and climbed onto it, now he was hovering over me; i felt his hot breath blowing against my face, i felt all my emotions suddenly rush through me my breath hitched in my throat and my eyes wandered his face; looking at each harsh but subtle feature, the desire overtook me that i never realized i had before.  i leaned closer to him, and he leaned closer to me, our noses bumped and i let out a giggle; and with the slightest tilt of the head our lips locked. it was hard to make myself detach from him when we had to go up from air, just before i went to go kiss michael again he paused and gave another smirk.

"hey, i like your shoes," he muttered and i felt my own lips curling up.

"let's fuck," i  finished his pickup line, feeling the sudden rush of emotions once again, as he eagerly sat up and pulled off his shirt, mine coming off in seconds as well; and what felt like half a split second both of our pants were thrown to the other side of the room. i panted between kissing, as his hands trailed across my body, i felt his fingers curl around my panties tugging at them sligh-

 

"victoria! It's 2 in the afternoon! it's time to get up!" my mother barged into my room awaking me from my rather pleasant slumber and turning on the lights in my room, opening my blinds and removing the covers from my body which was fully clothed. i groaned and shifted on my bed trying to fall back asleep, and when i couldn't fall back asleep, i sat up on my bed and realized what exactly i had been dreaming about.

"oh my god," i muttered to myself and put my hand to my mouth which hung open out of surprise; my eyes wide when i tried to stop thinking about what i had been dreaming about. i looked for phone, my breath slightly hitching when i began to think about specific parts of my dream. when i did find my phone,  there were multiple messages from michael, which i did not really feel like replying to after what i had been dreaming about. "there is no way i just did that," i muttered to myself, sitting on my bed again and rubbing my eyes in an attempt to forget my dream, but it just wouldn't leave my mind. my cheeks felt hot when i put my hands on them and i could only imagine how my pale complexion had turned into a tomato red one.

"oh god, what am i going to do about myself?"

 

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