For Leonor, her dreams were always a place she didn't fully understand. Whether they be full of horrors, sweetness, or hours of a lusty evening, she always woke up from them feeling thoughtful. For hours, no one could bring her down from the planet she floated to.
Desmond had witnessed her wake herself up from a dream and become inquisitive for hours on end. At times she shared what they were about but he was even more curious when she felt she shouldn't share anything at all.
However, that morning, Leonor woke up feeling embarrassed.
In her dream, Desmond went underneath the blankets and did something he had never done before. It felt like a scene out of a lewd novel.
She didn't know how to handle experiencing such a thing even if it was only a dream.
The most alarming thing she remembered was how good it felt. That was what stuck out to her the most. Her eyes would drift shut and she could feel it even more.
