Violet 

I had a dream. But this time, it wasn’t about my family. It wasn’t one of those harmless, sentimental dreams that left me waking up teary or nostalgic. No, this one was shamefully different.

Because this time, my body was trembling, the sheets clinging to my skin. My pulse was racing like I’d just run miles, and heat was pooling low in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize what had happened.

A wet dream.

What twenty-four-year-old woman has a wet dream? you might ask. I had no answer. And this wasn’t even the first time.

I wasn’t some hormonal teenager, discovering her body for the first...