LIPS

DREAM

The alarm jolted me awake to my pants feeling more constricted than usual. I accredited it to my dream, it puzzled me as I tried to recollect it's details, the sensation still lingering. It was a dream of a woman I'd never seen before. She was beautiful, her skin looked like white silk dotted with microscopic diamonds. Her hair swayed in the wind like it belonged, almost continuing the journey with the air. Her hips moved with a luscious rhythm that threatened the black dress she wore. On her face rested a lip that looked ready to leap like a predator at its prey. I stood in awe as the same lips drew closer to mine, almost touching mine, till I was rudely awoken to reality, and as the night vanished, so did the sensation of my dream.

I felt tired and unmotivated, I skimmed through my morning routine, breakfast tasted bland, the bus ride felt terrible, and the school bell echoed in my ears. I began to feel better as I settled into 1st period. My Anatomy class was relatively small, with only 12 people, but 2 never showed up.

Ms.Kim the anatomy teacher always did a great job of keeping the class interesting, and she was a bit of an eye candy... to men and women. Today however, I couldn't concentrate, the dream kept replaying in my mind, and my pants. I tried to visualize her face, but the image was almost lost from my mind despite my efforts to grab it. Her legs, her hips, her walk, and especially her lips, those li....

"MATT." Ms.Kim grabbed my attention from my daydream with a slam on the table.

"Welcome back Matthew."
"Huh what? " I said as I tried to comprehend her previous words.
"As I was saying, we have a new student," she then motioned towards a girl. She stepped forward, and I recognized her immediately, and not in the way I wanted. Her name was Becky Johnson, she had bullied me my entire elementary school life.
"Meet Becky, she used to go Charles Allen Elementary, but she moved and now she's back and she'll be going to our high school. Becky, say hi tell us a bit about yourself." She gave an awkward smile, waved.
"Hi, my name is Becky and i guess like dancing and watching Netflix."
"Thank You Becky, there's a lot of empty seats, so you can seat wherever you want, just let it be a little closer to the front." Becky walked toward, and for the first time she looked like a woman, she had dark pink lipstick, her hair wavy and mixed with blonde highlights increasingly towards the bottom of her hair, which barely touched her shoulder and an almost pointy chin that sat beautifully in between it. That image however, was shattered as she sat down behind me and said "WOW, I didn't think I'd recognize you after all this years, but you still look ugly as you back in Elementary."
I wanted to curse my luck before realizing that might be the reason I end up in situations like this in the first place.

Ms.Kim attempted to continue the lesson before a knock interrupted her, she walked to the door, and I heard her say, "You must be the other transfer student right? " She then ushered in a female student, she looked like a dream, wait she literally looks like a dream, the same one I dreamt about last night.

To Be continued.