He pawed at the fraying edges of his dream,
Like a sailor frantically unfurling a chart.
It was disappearing.
Quickly.
What had started as a mundane, if detailed, REM dance,
had somehow morphed.
Unexpectedly.
Unwelcomed?
He kissed her.
"Oh, you can't do that," she whispered.
After kissing him back.
The guilt was severe and immediate.
He apologized.
"It was nothing," she smiled (almost) dismissively.
There are things that hurt more than guilt.
She went on with her business.
His pain faded.
He was getting happy again, when
The chill and light of the morning began to conspire.
Successfully.
Still, his beef with consciousness faded quickly too.

He kissed her.

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