Why do I dream?
Maybe because I long for a pleasure that money can't buy. Not the kind that comes with a price tag — where the woman moves like an actress in a cheap film, faking desire with every touch. No, my real thrill comes when I make her feel. When the moans are real, and the tremble in her body isn't part of a script.
True ecstasy for me isn't in my climax — it's in hers.
It's in watching her lose control, again and again, as I discover the spots that light her up like fire. Anyone can pay for company, but no one can buy real emotion. That's the truth I live by.
But things changed after the dream.
Monica — the history teacher — looked at me with disgust the next morning. I hadn't expected that. Maybe her gaze will be different in the next dream. I do love change. I can't eat the same dish every day.
Maybe I'll make her part of a duo. Just the appetizer.
In the following days, I began planning my next "dishes." I had written a delicious list, and at the very top was Cheryl — the most popular, most desired girl in class. A blonde gazelle with curves that spoke in whispers.
I saw her in the hallway, walking like she owned the place. Her eyes caught mine — cold, superior.
That look was exactly what I needed… it stripped away any guilt I might have had for what I planned for her in my next dream. I'll wait for that gaze to change — from arrogance to craving. Or maybe… revulsion.
That depends on how well I write the next scene.
It has to be perfect. Electrifying. Legendary.
That night, the jinn appeared again — crouched in my school locker. I slammed the door on him.
But as I left the building, he walked beside me casually, smirking.
"Don't do that again," I muttered. "Last thing I need is people whispering about me talking to shadows."
"You're more interesting than most," he said. "So far, you haven't asked for anything. Usually, I get requests ranging from presidency... to pizza."
"Pizza?" I chuckled. "Can you really do that?"
He leaned closer, teasing.
"What about a delivery girl instead? Someone perfect for your next dream?"
I frowned. "Don't. The last thing I want is to get involved with a jinn from your world."
"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug.
"Now go. I've got homework to do."
But deep down, I knew the real task waiting for me wasn't in my school bag.
It was in my head.
The next dream had to be flawless.
I was getting better at this.