This Is My Reality (R)
I wake with a start. Breath in, out. I remind myself:
‘This is real; this is my reality.’
Hermione sleeps beside me, the sheet barely concealing her nakedness.
‘This is my reality.’
It was me she sat astride earlier, falling together into ecstasy. Her full breasts mine for the tasting; her stomach slightly swollen with child … my child.
The angel sleeping down the hall has wild hair and laughing eyes. Red not black; blue not green.
I finally calm. I remind myself once more, while stroking her hair:
‘This is my reality.’
Fucking locket - when will this end?