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Wet Dream

Author's Note: When I was chatting with one of my male friends, the topic of 'wet  dreams' occurred, due to a previous group chat we had. He was asking if I slept well and had any weird dream and went on to describe his own dream. I felt awkward describing my dreams to him and started framing a rough story plot, with grey atmosphere and rain. However, I couldn't complete it to him. So, that afternoon, when I was alone, deep in depression and shedding tears by myself, this whole story occurred to me. I couldn't be happier to write it down. Then, I texted him, "Thanks for the idea!" Poor guy was taken aback, like, "What idea!!?" Later, when I posted this story to him, he was obviously dumbfounded.

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It was one desolate, dark night. I found myself alone drenching in the late rain. A boy, not much older than me, approached with an umbrella. I looked up at him.

Though I couldn't see his face properly, he appeared handsome and though we were somewhat wet, a certain warmth embraced us. We started walking down an unknown path. I didn't even know where I was stepping my feet.

It was all dark and he was the only light to guide me. I obediently stayed by his side. I didn't even know how it became "we". It was supposed to be him and me. We finally caught sight of a place and took shelter in there. Neither person nor commodity was there. I felt how wet I was but couldn't find anything to change into.

A fire was lit. He started discarding his clothes and I followed him. We hung our clothes by the fire to let them dry, and weren't at all ashamed of our nudity. It seemed like the need of the hour.

I folded my arms and tried to rub the cold off myself. He, on the other hand, was stoic, as if used to it. On seeing my state, he embraced me in his arms and tried to act as my blanket, to prevent me from getting cold.

I was lost in the comfort. But in no way he was just a material blanket to me, just for use. He was a person like me---lost, desolate and in despair, and in search of someone who would care for him in return.

I snuggled with him, placing my head on his chest, surfacing his heart. His heartbeat was a lullaby to me. I closed my eyes thinking about him and forgetting everything else. The next day would be a clear, sunny day.