I'm falling asleep slowly, barely registering your soft breathing from beside me.
And in the next second I'm pulled into a dream, which feels real. I'm staring out of a window, wondering where my mother is, when my phone buzzes from across the room. I ignore it and continue staring.
Then a car pulls up and my mother gets out, walking towards the front door. She looks upset and I'm wondering why.
The door slides open and she opens her mouth and says "she's dead." And I know she means my best friend.
My heart falls and breaks- shatters. "No."
"Yes, sadly..."
My mind goes blank and all I can hear is a buzzing sound as I slide to the ground. "No," I whisper. I start crying and I know my mother is still talking but my mind is reeling.
Suddenly I wake with a start and I almost start sobbing. But I look over and see her. Sleeping next to me. She's facing away from me, but she's there.
Not dead. It was all a bad dream.
I let out a sigh and press my eyes closed.
I hear something moving and I hold my breath, opening my eyes to see her rolling over, so she's right next to me, leaning against me.
And I close my eyes and smile.
Because I think when I leave, I just might be okay.
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Being Pansexual
RomansaBeing pansexual... It's all a bit difficult when you're falling in love with someone you can't have. -- Notes on falling in love with my best friend, realising i'm pansexual and a few random other things story of my life
