{drabble} Dreams.

No one finds more than pieces of new dreams anymore...

I wasn't looking for dreams, anyway. I was looking for music. Having the best sex of my life, but we needed new music - which seems unrelated maybe, but dreams come unbidden when the mind quiets, the mind quiets when the body lives loudly, and if sex isn't living loudly I don't know what is. Really good sex mingles living and dying all together in gasps and sweat and teardrops of release.

And ours was really good sex, but we needed new music. So I set off to find some.

But I found the dream instead. A whole one. And it took hold of me, putting all I knew at risk.