Nellas

The place I'm in is a mix of a house set by a lake, but there are no enclosed rooms. I'm with my uncle, and he is still mourning my aunt's passing. It's a Friday night. We're talking, and something happens. There's a spark. We have chemistry. We are enjoying what the other person is saying. I'm confused about my feelings, and he is too. I leave, promising to come back on Sunday.

I tell my girlfriend about it, and she is very supportive. She sets up the meeting on Sunday. She wants us to get together.

Sunday, I go to him. We lay in bed together. I am overpowered by how sick he smells, how old he is, and that he is my uncle. The chemistry I felt is gone, and there is only revulsion. Still, he strokes my face and kisses me. I try to kiss back, but I can't. The kiss is warm and wet and disgusting to me. I am so embarrassed. He senses it and pulls away. I close my eyes and whisper, "I'm sorry..."

I leave and sleep on the couch. I wake up in the morning and walk around. I don't know how long I slept, but my uncle is nowhere to be found. I really wanted to explain to him that maybe, people had a short connection and then it disappeared, and it wasn't meant to be pursued. I saw that he had put his laundry in the wash. The television in front of the couch is on, but I don't register what's playing. I am only filled with guilt.

I walk out of the house to find my girlfriend. She knows it went wrong, and she is angry with me. We are talking on the phone until I find her sitting at the water's edge of a lake. She looks sad and holds a guitar. I try to go to her as the water levels rise and consume her while she plays the guitar. And she doesn't care.

I wake up from this deep dream and I'm shocked at waking life for a moment, so different from the emotions of moments before.