She's gone

I woke slowly, groggily. I'd never been much good in the mornings. 8:19. Urgh.

This morning though, I suddenly remembered what had happened, and suddenly I was wide awake.

She was gone.

Had I dreamed it? Was it all just my brain coping with the breakup?

I looked around, looking for some evidence that it was real. The notebook was on my desk, so that much was real. Everything else seemed normal. I guess it was just a dream. Time to get up and face the day, I suppose.

I dressed slowly, still thinking about the dream. It had seemed so real. I could remember every detail, her warmth enveloping me as I teased her nipple, her hair on my face...how could I have dreamed all of that?

Abruptly I shook my head. It had to have been a dream. It was just too outlandish. I couldn't let thoughts of my past get in the way of the present. Time to do something with my day.

Mindlessly I made my way to the kitchen. Coffee. Start with coffee.

My toast popped while I was daydreaming again, startling me. Damn, but I just couldn't get her out of my mind. It had been stupid to think about her yesterday, now she'd be stuck in my head all week.

I made my toast and sat down at the table, scrolling through leddit as I ate. Some news on Call of Shooter XV (It didn't look as good). Some politician had said something stupid.

Then, just like my toast had startled me earlier, a MyGram notification popped up.

Sarah liked your post

What the fuck?

Was this just a coincidence, her thinking of me as I was thinking of her? One of those things where a specific song on the radio comes on and makes you think of each other?

Then, another notification.