Silence. It is hard to say how much time passed as he laid there. Blindness and desire both have a way of distorting time. His thoughts went crazy at ...ll the possibilities. He had secret desires that came up, fantasies. Secret might not be the right word, since he told them to his wife, in part, he shared some of them, he even acted upon them with her once in a while. But something is always held back, for protection, or simply for fantasy's sake.For instance, this one time they had spent the. Around the side of his house is a familiar window that only takes moments for me to wrangle open. The irony is I’ve dreamt of doing this for so long it’s become second nature. The dream, however, falls flat when all I find in the room is my stolen painting and a well made bed. The required hunky model with the top button of his button-down jeans un-buttoned is missing. Disappointment hits hard. On it’s heels is the realization that my nether-bits have picked up tingling again. Along side is a. “But it does look a little odd.” She stood up. “Hmm. Well, if it’s a magical viewer to the land of the ghosts, I can’t see it.”“Eh, I probably just fell asleep and had a near-wet dream.”“Glad you saved it for me, even if you did nearly drown me the first time. –Well, keep an eye out for ghosts.” That evening we returned to the issue of my ghosts. “I don’t know; I still suspect it was a dream.”“But it was a very vivid one, wasn’t it?”“Yes.”“Did it feel like your other vivid dreams?”“Not. "I'll see you this afternoon." Yeah. Bye." I tried to smile back at her, but it wasn't in me.I decided I'd go to the drugstore during lunch, since it was a 'morning after pill' I had a lot of time, right? Twenty-four hours? I thought so, otherwise they would have called it something else. The 'five minute later pill' or something. I had to go to my classes, my grades weren't that good anyway and if nothing else I'd score some attendance points or something, I hoped. College was turning out to.