We are on a plush train, cruising through the night. Pitch black nothing flows by. The train is so dimly light even our reflections are barely ghosts in the windows. The seats are plush and wide. We have plenty of leg room. This no commuter train.

The conductor comes by and punches our tickets, which say our destination is “Nowhere” and puts them under the tab at the back of our  seats and leaves us alone. There is no one else in the train car with us. I am reading and you are watching the night go by.

After a time, you reach across and knock the book out of my hands to grasp my breast. Time seems to speed up. Almost suddenly, we are both naked, our clothes seemed to have just disappeared. You pull me on top of you and we are making love. It is exquisite. As we embrace, our skin begins to stick together.

You whisper in my ears, “Relax and let me in.”

I do. Your hands reach into to my skin, disappearing into my back.

We become frantic. Reaching climax, we begin to pull apart. The pain is as intense as the pleasure. Our eyes are locked and, I wake up in a sweat, feeling the same as in the dream.