The Stranger Who Undresses Me in My Dreams Every night I dream of Paris… Soft lights, the scent of , and me walking alone through Montmartre. But I’m never truly alone. He always appears. I never see his face, but his presence is so real my breath changes when he gets close. He whispers in my ear low, slow. He says my name like he’s tasted it before. He never touches me… yet my thighs tremble just from his voice. We have dinner with few words. My legs brush his under the table, and his gaze undresses me more than any hand could. We go up to a room with a view of the Eiffel Tower. He closes the door without a word. And as he steps closer, I bite my lip… because I know he’s about to make me forget this is just a dream. I know that it is only a recurring dream during my nights, but I hope it is a vision of it awaits me in my future