The things that happen when you're sleeping

She was slighter than her reality
sitting next to me
her hip bones, accentuated
against her stomach.
I seem to remember her wearing
lycra shorts and a loose t-shirt
that stopped at the bottom rib.
That might not have been the case,
but my mind has already filled in the gaps
that being roused in to consciousness left there.

She looked at me whilst biting her bottom lip,
and for some reason that was all I needed.
My instinct told me that one of her hands
was busy beneath her lycra shorts
and the other worked at my belt,
but I saw none of this.

There was a shift in time
and the next thing I remember
is that we are both standing side by side
bolt upright
as her fiance walks in
and I throw coffee over my chest
as I hold out my other hand
and announce
'pleased to meet you.'

I rolled out of bed
pressed my erection between my legs
and sat on the toilet
to open my copy of
'The Tibetan Art
Of Serenity'
at page 89
and wonder what the fuck
my mind is doing to me
these days.