i had a dream about you again. we were working at some “virtual-reality” enterprise firm (they created virtual realities, not unlike in the movie, the 13th floor…) The “fictional” citizens of this virtual reality were integrated into the real world, albeit limited to a specific forum where the simulation/world was run/based. Along with these virtual citizens, there was also a plethora of objects in this rich and immersive “world” within a room. despite this glorious creation, the virtual people would only race aimlessly from one end of the world to the other, seemingly disinterested, if not completely ignoring, everything around them, including other real people.
you had a cart/trolley stacked with various materials and boarded the elevator in the foyer of this office building that contained this simulation. i got into the elevator as i needed to use as well. as i did, i noticed you having trouble with something, and offered to help. My benign offer of assistance was brashly and coldly refused, although despite this initial reluctancy and animosity, you conceded to accept my assistance fairly soon after.
and that was all it took.
the fleeting brush of lukewarm tissue meeting skin, the friction igniting a fiery passion in that little elevator - a blaze of sensuality, engulfing us. consuming us, with the wisps of the flames that were our bodies, burning invisible lines of char and soot into the pristine elevator…