A mix of purrs and moans escaped Frida Suarez's window. On a cold and romantic moonlight night such as this, it would seem fitting that certain noises would be heard. Strangely enough only Frida was in her room. No one else. She was having a dream, and what a dream it was. She dreamed that Manny was with her. His body, so close to hers that she could feel the warmth of his skin. She dreamed of the Manny's eyes, staring her down until she let him do (many many) things to her (hence the moans and the purrs) and when the pain came, she woke up.

Frida sat up in her bed, sweating. Her heart was pounding. Then she remembered her dream (if it was a dream) and checked her bed, to find nothing was their, no Manny, no blood, nothing. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and got off her bed. She decided to go downstairs for a cup of water. She silently slipped by her sisters room (who knows that THEY did in there) and went downstairs. She crept by the bloodhounds and into the kitchen. She looked out the window in the kitchen to see a full moon in a cloudless sky full of stars and, just for a second, it seemed like a pair of green eyes stared at her. She quickly looked away and back again. The eyes were gone or maybe she imagined just them.

She poured herself a glass of water and just stared into the clear pool it created. She thought about the dream she had. How it seemed so real. How it felt so real, every kiss, every breath, every movement Manny made. After a few minutes of thinking, she finally drank the water and put the glass in the sink. She made her way slowly back upstairs and into her room. For a while,she just stood there, in front of her bed, imagining her dream playing out right in front of her. She tried to remember every single detail of the dream, right up to the point of pain where it all ended. Then she took a deep breath and got in.

For a while, she just lay there, staring up at the ceiling of her room. Not thinking. Not imagining. Just breathing. She didn't even blink once. Then she rolled onto her side and hugged her pillow tightly and she began to doze off. While dozing off,she wished to have the dream again, but it seemed so wrong to her, to dream of her and her best friend doing "things", so many (many) "things". Before she realized it, she was asleep once more, while in the middle of her thoughts.

Strangely enough, she did dream the same dream, which seldom happens to any of us. It was all the same, Manny's breath, Manny's skin, Manny's body except for one thing. She couldn't believe it herself. It was just as vivid and just as lucid as the last time, maybe even more. She just completely immersed herself in her little dream. When she got to the point where the pain should come, it didn't, but the pleasure remained and she dreamed on.