polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦

a streak of sunlight shines into my bedroom, forcing me awake. of course i forgot to close my blinds last night.

i stretch my stiff limbs, yawning as i flip around in bed. somehow it feels cold and empty. like something's missing. when i've opened my eyes fully, i finally realize. dream. dream isn't here. suddenly all the memories from yesterday come flooding in. our dinner, our dance, him pinning me against the wall, kissing me, taking my clothes off, the night ending in sex...

it felt so good. it felt so right. he treated me like an angel, with kind hands and gentle actions. he listened to my every want and need, and made me go blind with pleasure. i swear i almost passed out. everything was surreal. i don't know how long we stayed there, as time seemed to warp and freeze and speed up again. it felt like forever, but an amazing kind of forever. i miss him already.

is he out in the kitchen? it wouldn't surprise me if he's making breakfast for us, just to be nice. he keeps insisting on taking care of me, of babying me. i've grown to love it over this short period of time. he could cook me the same meals every day for the rest of my life and i'd still be happy.

i stop moving around to listen after any footsteps, or sounds of metal and ceramics. but my apartment is dead silent. all i can hear are distant sirens and engine noises from the streets outside my window. did he leave? he probably did. why did i even get my hopes up in the first place? i sigh. and now my ass is sore. great.

the clock on my nightstand tells me it's nine am. i'm just about to climb out of bed to find my phone when i spot a piece of paper laying beside it. i reach out to grab and unfold it, curiousity creeping up on me.

it's a note. a note with neat handwriting, like a mix between really nice cursive and something else.

good morning cutie. i had to leave early. urgent business. i didn't want to disturb you while you were sleeping, i'm sorry :( next time you'll wake up in my arms ♡

i don't even realize that i'm smiling more and more as i read. next time. there's a next time. my heart just did a flip. so it wasn't a one time thing, and he didn't plan on ditching me after all. the hope in me is rising.

maybe i should text him, or call him. or is that annoying? he said whatever he had to do this morning was urgent. could be a meeting or something. i should wait, if i even decide to contact him at all today.

the white bedsheets smell like sex, but they also smell like him. i find myself liking it. if i shut my eyes it's almost like he's right here with me, like we've just fucked and now we're coming down from our high together. but dreaming is for another time. i have to get this cleaned up.

i grab a new pair of boxer briefs from my wardrobe, seeing as the other ones were thrown on the floor last night. right now i need a glass of water, and a long shower to contemplate my existence.

the air in the living room is much fresher, but lacks that cozy aura. i stand in front of the windows to let the sun naturally warm me up for a while. nothing's better than some sunlight when you're feeling cold and alone. several feet below the glass cars and taxis share the roads. saturday mornings make it way less crowded than usual. no stressed commuters, no powerwalking businessmen carrying their suitcases along. only the homeless and some families pass by on the sidewalks. this is why weekends are superior.

when i throw a glance at the kitchen i'm tempted to fall back down into bed again. the dishes. i never did them yesterday, cause someone had other plans. right. one more thing to add to today's list of chores.

but i notice something else too. something on the counter by the barstools. with furrowed eyebrows i limp towards it. it's... wait. it's a money clip. and another handwritten note is attached to it. i slide it out to be able to read.

i stole the rest of that bottle of wine from yesterday, sorry. but here's some money to pay you back for it. see you on monday ♡

one, two, three, four, five... five hundred dollars. that bottle was twenty bucks tops, and dream the wine expert would know that too. five hundred dollars. what the fuck. why are there five hundred dollars in cash on my table. why would he leave- nevermind.

god i feel spoiled. we're not even a thing, are we? he hasn't mentioned it at least. yeah we slept with each other, but only once, and that doesn't have to mean anything. dream probably fucks ten other people a day. it wouldn't surprise me. i really like the guy but, who can blame me for assuming that?

he could have anyone in the world. he's wealthy, intelligent, tall, romantic, amazing in bed, a talented photographer, terribly attractive, and way too charming. and he's got a big dick. why would he choose specifically me, out of everyone who's out there? sure, i'm a model and not bad looking, but what else is there to me? the fact that i like to wear skirts even though i'm an adult man? how i giggle after every single sentence? i'm so shallow in comparison.

but for the first time ever, i'm looking forward to monday. i'm already having images pop up in my head. images of us together under the sheets, him exploring my body with his mouth, his hands. i can't wait.