Chapter 8 - Nick
I hear the honk of a car horn and instinctively jump back.
“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING,” shouts the driver as he speeds past and I have to shake my head to try to work out where I am.
The dream is still fresh in my head and I can almost still feel the press of Noelle’s lips against mine. I must have been daydreaming as I walked, because somehow I’m outside my house.
The cold of the night floods back into me and I sprint over to my door.
I need to be more careful. That dream had been so vivid and real that I had totally lost track of where I was and what I was doing. I could have been mugged or hit by a car or anything. And how had I navigated myself home when my mind had been so busy putting together the perfect fantasy?
I fish in my pocket for my keys, but instead there is something soft and lacy. I pull it out to find a pair of black panties, just like the ones Noelle was wearing in my dream.
That’s the second time I’ve dreamed about her and somehow ended up with a pair of panties.
Either I’m stealing them while I daydream or… maybe it’s somehow real?