http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] thetart 2010-07-18 04:33 pm (UTC)

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it," he said back with a light smirk before departing ways at the foot of the stairs.

He walked over to her flat and though the door was locked he had no trouble gaining access. Stepping inside he took a few steps around. He walked into the kitchen and pulled open a drawer full of cutlery he doubted was ever used.

It was all real. It all felt real. It all looked real. And sure, dreams felt real while you were dreaming them, but you weren't supposed to know they were dreams, were you?

Moving back to the couch he sat himself down and lifted a three day old newspaper from the table to leaf through it. His head was still in it when Alex arrived back in the room.

"You know news is just no fun when you already know what's coming," he said.

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