I told myself it was good enough because it's what I used to write anyways. It was never very classy but at least it was something. There are times when it's enough to pretend it was real.
This time I was lying naked in my bed in the dark. Finally getting used to sleeping without clothes on. That's when I remembered the blue hair. I doubt this is anything but that's the fun of it I guess. A dream within a dream. Her legs are peaches and cream in those little dresses. The weird thing is I have to set up a back-story before I can get to the meat of the situation. Before I could choose the entirely wrong word to describe a lesbian encounter. Not meat. The opposite.
    and so much more delicious.

I think it was because I winked at her. Our smirks matched.
                   this was cute.