Reeva

I’m having another memory, this time of a man’s hands on me. But as the thoughts progress, I’m confused. There are... three men. One moment, I’m holding a man whose muscles are the size of a god. But a second later, he’s a little older, and his muscles aren’t that big, though he’s still fit and handsome. And then, I’m with a charming, equally handsome man who makes me laugh.

What’s happening?

My eyes blink open, and the bright yellow ceiling looms above me. I turn a little, pulling the floral sheets up around me.

It was a dream?

It felt so real. And as I look around this...