Dream State- Formally No Title I rubbed my lips, feeling stinging pleasure wiggle into my finger tips. I sat up in bed, rumpled and sweaty. Stretching and sighing, an ache spread through me. Wanting him to touch me and kiss me, it bore right into me in a most basic fashion. Typical the boy of my dreams is actually in my dreams! Smiling to myself I inched myself out of my warm covers. Forgetting I had slept in my Converses my foot slipped, looking down I had trod on my sketch book. The book lay twisted and a page was torn where I had slipped on it, reaching down I hesitated... Something felt wrong. And there I spied the wrongness. Drawn across my sculpture design, in scrawling pen and ink sat three birds. Sinister silhouettes both mocking and reminding and as my finger left the page I realised the ink was still wet.