little dreamer

I have been in a long-term, committed, polyamorous relationship with a few items that live in the top drawer of my dresser. I am a sexually liberated woman, so I like to end my day by getting really intimate with these items. Because this is the last thing I do before I fall asleep, I have sex dreams often. Sometimes it’s fantastic sex with someone in my life, usually not someone I’m sexually attracted to. Which consequently does make it slightly awkward the next time I’m around them. Especially because when I see them, I have the unfortunate realization; they’re definitely not as good as they were in my dream. I also tend to have the occasional food dream. Then comes the queen-of-the-world dream, where I rule a made-up land like the one in Road To Eldorado. There’s always someone naked in my dreams, usually he’s the guy controlling the gondola in the city I run. Sometimes the people serving me in my dreams are the human versions of my vibrators. The castle is in the shape of a vulva. Surrounded by a river full of tears of my exes. No children, but most of the men are pregnant. The trees are all peach trees and Lizzo is the sheriff.