Life in Color (Lesbian)

Letters

                The alarm woke me up the next morning and I rolled to turn it off, the dream still burned into my mind.

                “Morning sleepy head.” I felt arms wrap around my waist and a chill settle deep inside me. “How’d you sleep?”

                My mouth went dry and I felt my stomach turn. “Yeah.” I lied. “How about you?”

                “Wonderfully. I love sleeping with you. I feel like nothing could go wrong.” I could tell she was smiling. I couldn’t take it.

                I stood up and said, “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be out in a bit.” I grabbed some clothes and walked into the little bathroom. I turned on the water and looked into the mirror.

                It was just a dream.

                The last dream you had was of the woman you’re in love with.

                And this was just a normal dream.

                The only time you ever dreamed was of Erica.

                And now Riley.

                You don’t know if it was her.

                I do. I saw every inch of that body. It was Riley.

                You’re sexually frustrated, everyone thinks of other people sometimes.

                I should tell her.

                Don’t. It’s not a big deal. It was one dream, it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t screw this up right now; just forget the dream happened in the first place.

                I finally stepped into the shower and forced the dream from my mind.

                I needed to stop by my locker, but I waved Erica and Link on to class.

                I opened up my locker and a note fell out. I was suddenly very glad that Erica and Link weren’t there because it was in a thick, white, square envelope with the name ‘Riley’ scrawled across it in loopy, feminine, very beautiful handwriting.

                I bit my lip, debating if I should open it or not.

                There’s no harm in reading it, is there?

                And so I slid a finger under the flap and carefully pulled it away from the rest of the envelope. Part of me wanted to know if she licked it, the other part felt nauseous at the fact that I wanted to know.

Dear Ash,

                God I hope this is your locker. I was able to pry it from one of the secretaries in the office by saying that we were going to be sharing it together since I just moved here. Wouldn’t it be strange if someone else found this? A boy or something? God, that’d be horrible.

                Anyways, I woke up this morning from the strangest dream. You were in it actually. It wasn’t strange in a bad way, in fact, I thoroughly enjoyed it. It made me think of you though, and so when I woke up I thought I’d write a letter. I guess I’m one of those people, I hope you don’t think it’s weird.