Interesting Timing

The meeting point between the real world and dreamland

Reader response from Suntanned Sisyphus

“Did this myself and went autistic with the sunscreen on my hands started to scare the h0es when I freaked out and ran to the water to wash it away.” - Jackson, Juniper FL

Be cool brother. Lick it off next time. Nothing phases you. Set the tone. Smooth.

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Ex text last night but I see the timing and this time is just around the hour I suffered from sleep paralysis.

A scene that played out as such: I lay on my back in bed. It’s dark and only dim shadows visible. Streak of blonde hair catches eye at the door - left. I recognize the face as a friend from childhood. A different woman. “Summer?”

“Hey Winston, yes!”

I laugh, breaking tension of years of no speak. 

“Turn over to your stomach” she tells me to do this and I do. Obedient like schoolboy. Like I was when she knew me. Much younger. On my stomach I remember feeling sheets on cheek, relaxing into their comfort then seeing shadows of her movement across the walls until a pressure to my left - her weight getting into the bed.

“Are you comfortable?” She asks while positioning herself on top of me, and the foot of my back with one leg on each side.

I say yes while feeling her hand on my back. I don’t turn my neck too much, don’t really want to see her, never really thought she was attracted and there was an opportunity in 2017 I