Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I’ll see you when I fall asleep
faberry week | day 7 - roommates
Rachel and Quinn are bestfriends and roommates in college. They’re also in love with each other but both are afraid to do anything about it because of their friendship. Every night they fall asleep dreaming of a life where they are together.
The sheets stuck to Rachel’s bare skin, the oppressive heat searing into the edges of the hot bubble of air that encompassed the entire room. The dormitory lacked central air, and the open window plus boxed fan combination just lacked the energy necessary to cool even one corner of the shared living space, let alone the energy to sneak over to Rachel’s side for a breath of relief.
With a kick of her feet, the sheets became bunched up at the foot of the bed; an instant bit of coolness miraculously fell upon her, the slightest bit of air brushing against the sheen of sweet, sticky sweat glossing over her thighs, her arms, her exposed midriff. Rachel let out the smallest of sighs as she looked up at the ceiling, unable to even pretend that concentrating on the act of sleeping was a possibility.
For it wasn’t just the heat that was keeping Rachel’s conscious mind conscious.
It was her roommate.
If it wasn’t bad enough that Rachel’s every waking moment of thought seemed to be occupied by the beautiful girl whose name was Quinn and whose smile could set Rachel’s entire body on fire, Rachel’s dreams had started to become a playground for her imagination like never before.
Some nights, Rachel would deliver to Quinn a picnic basket stuffed to the brim with all of her favorite summer foods, and they would sit out on the lawn beneath the great, Old Main with its uneven towers and majestic facade, listening to their own laughter and the sound of the wind whispering gently through the trees. Some nights, Rachel would finish a late rehearsal and would walk out of the fine arts building only to find Quinn holding the door of her car open for Rachel to hop inside, reservations already made at the one and only decent sushi place in town, down on Dickson. Some nights, Rachel would need to do silly little things—trips to the store for light bulbs or laundry detergent—and Quinn would look up from the length of desk along the wall that they shared, her glasses sitting delicately on the bridge of her nose and her hair tussled and her eyes a bit sleepy, and she would say Hey, as if she’d just noticed Rachel for the first time in her life, and then she’d say I’d like to go with you, and then they would hold hands in the car and in the store and Quinn would kiss Rachel’s cheek like it was the most typical of typical things…
But only in Rachel’s dreams.
And Rachel had never been the type of person to sit, to wait, to wonder and ponder, to drive herself mad with the what-ifs and could-bes of life. But Quinn had become her best friend so quickly, so fiercely, that it had left Rachel’s head spinning. Never had Rachel felt as if minutes of her life spent away from another person were wasted. Never had Rachel been so consumed by the presence of another person. The laughter. The smile. The scent—oh, the smell of that girl…
The dreams had always been vivid, ever since the first, but there was one that stood out. Deja vu washed over Rachel as she remembered the dream—how she’d kicked off her sheets, tilted her gaze towards the twin bed on the other side of the room; how Quinn’s silhouette had been soft and welcoming; how Rachel had stood and padded across the rug they’d picked out together to cover the bitingly cold tile floor in December; how Rachel had reached out to touch Quinn’s face, and how she hadn’t really been sleeping; how Rachel had climbed onto the bed, the front of her body pressing against Quinn’s side; how their fingertips had drifted along bare, glistening flesh, how their eyes had discovered truly the other, there in the moonlight and the streetlamp glow from beyond the window.
And nearly without thought, Rachel stood from her bed. She luxuriated in the coolness of the tile, somehow still chilled despite the mugginess of the room. She knew without a doubt that she was awake; her heart had never pounded so madly in any dream she’d ever experienced.
With a suddenness that was quite unexpected, Rachel found herself next to Quinn. She placed a knee on the bed before committing completely, pressing herself into the small, warm space of Quinn. And the other girl, she turned and looked at Rachel, and she seemed perfectly content. Her lips parted and her breath was released, and Rachel breathed deeply in turn. Their hands touched before departing gentle grasps to explore.
Is this a dream? Quinn whispered.
It was, once, Rachel replied.
And that was all either of them needed to hear.
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