Something at random

Several several years ago, I knew a young woman in college.

A few years after that acquaintance, I dreamed we’d had sex once (which did not, in fact, ever happen).

The funny thing is, that was long enough ago that my memories of the dream-sex, vague as they are, are almost as clear as memories of the actual time I spent with the actual woman.

These are the thrills of which my life is made.