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Had my first Gura dream last night
I'm at a house party. The sound of loud dance music and people having fun echoes down the hall behind me as I look for an empty room to recharge my social batteries. Past the bathroom is an unlocked door with the lights off. I lightly knocked, no answer. Satisfied I could take a short reprieve here, I entered. Centered against the wall to my left is a bed opposite a desk with a computer. Looks like a guest room. The bed was not made, though - several blankets were crumpled in piles, pillows lay unarranged and partially covered. I sit on the end of the bed and close my eyes. The steady rhythm of club music bass lightly pulsates through the walls and floor, irregular with my heartbeat. I sit in that asynchronicity for a moment before being startled out of it by the slight movement from under the covers. I turn, feeling it before I see it, my eyes only partially adjusted to the unlit room, a small delicate hand reaches out and tug at my shirt. 'Shit, someone was sleeping in here,' I thought to myself. "Sorry, I didn't know there was already someone in here -" I begin to say. I'm cut off but soft yawn and a slurred "whazzat?" as Gura sits up, emerging from the pile of bedding. 'I have never seen a girl so cute before', I thought to myself. She looks at me, rubbing her eyes with one hand, her other hand still slightly clutching a bit of my shirt. "Parties make me tired," she said. "You tired too?" I nodded. "Wanna lay here with me?" she asked. I nodded again. She disappears under the blankets in a single fluid motion, the hand that gripped my shirt now holding open a flap like the mouth to a small cave, beckoning me to enter. I crawl in. My nerves are killing me - 'she didn't even ask my name, maybe she thinks I'm someone else?' My anxiety shows through as I lie on my back rather stiffly, under the heap of bedding, like I've been buried alive. But then I feel her touch. Light, and warm, she starts with her hands and fingers on mine. She gradually moves them up my arms and shoulders, settling one across my chest, the other propping her up on her elbow slightly. Her legs, too, starting with the knees, slide methodically into place, one thigh resting across my waist, a foot on my shin. Her hair tickles my neck and face, and her waist and torso presses up against my side. Im...being cuddled. I try to get a grip on my heartbeat, knowing she can probably hear and feel it from the nook her head has found below my chin. Gura absentmindedly starts playing with my hair, softly running her fingers though it's ends (I have long straight hair) while humming an enchanting tune. I can feel myself relaxing now. I turn slightly to face this small creature, straddling me under the covers at this house party I probably didn't belong at. I close my eyes and before I know it we're kissing. Her lips are so soft, like a dream. SMASH CUT it's the next morning. I'm waiting for a bus or something, idr. All I can think about is last night. Me, locked in the embrace of a small, beautiful siren. I'm desperately looking through my phone, hoping that I got her number so I can talk to her again. I'm trying to find a text, or anything, any link I can find to reassure me that it wasn't just going to end there, that it wasn't a dream. Nothing. My heart sinks. It can't be over, it cant- Then I wake up and type this. Bros, it was me. I was the shenanigans
