I blast off at the touch of his lips against mine, and wake up just as quickly, forgetting that none of it is real.
With a sigh, I reach for the pill bottle on the edge of my nightstand. It feels light in my hand. Empty.
How will I justify a refill on a 90-day prescription after just two weeks? I must go back to sleep.
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. Monday’s prompt blasted you off into a new year, or in the case of this story, a sweet dream! 😉