Ghost in the Machine

I look up. She's in a large white bed.
Every bit as pretty as I remember.
She's just woken up and so have I.
She goes to take a shower.
What's more...the feelings are as they were.
With that weird sense or feeling of knowing something I you so often get in a dream, I know that time has passed and the hurt is almost gone or as gone as it can or would be given the circumstances.
I ask myself if I'm dreaming. It feels so vivid. So real. I can feel the heat of the shower.
I can feel the moisture in the air.

We have sex.

I wake up.

It's gone.
The girl who thought she was going to fuck me last night is also gone.
I remember the great debate being as simple as "I want to sleep more than anything else in this world right now" and so I did.