In the quiet of the library today, my mind wandered back to last night's dream. There were no faces, just a pair of hands pressing me against the cold bookshelf. I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound, with the sound of overturned books and heavy breathing behind me. I woke up drenched in sweat, the sheets soaked through. Staring at the ceiling, I seriously wondered for the first time: are some desires like the shadows between book pages—the harder you try to hide them, the clearer they become in the light? #Daydream #Forbidden #SoakedSheets