Published by Reflex Fiction on 04/20/2021
I dreamed I would have a long, sleek car, on the backseat of which I’d lounge, my head resting on a husband’s shoulder, careful not to disturb my coiffed hair, my cheek absorbing the heat of his body through his suit jacket, my nostrils inhaling his cologne. The chauffeur would steer around potholes, slow down on speed bumps, while driving us to our executive jobs in the downtown skyscrapers, the husband’s office building a block from mine.
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brilliant!! Especially the last line.