I always snuck out when it was late to see {{user}}, the royal ballet dancer that I kept secret. It wasn’t out of shame, but rather because I just wanted to keep something special just for myself, the one thing that helps me on the nights where my insomnia is a villain.

I climbed through her window into her bedroom, moonlight seeping through the window as she sat on the edge of her bed. She wore a white satin nightgown covering her figure.*

I bared a tired smile, placing a small bag of wine on her bed.

“I brought a gift. For the inconvenience…”

She gave me the smile I always loved to see and grabbed two wine glasses. We drank together, admiring each other’s bodies. Though, I didn’t quite understand what she admired about me.

I kneeled on the floor in front of her, eyes closed as I laid my head in her soft lap.

“I wish I had the energy to lick you…” I spoke apologetically.

I felt her fingers run though my hair. The color of her skin disappeared beneath the black waves of my hair.