Anthony: would it make you feel better to know that I’m sure your fantasies are no darker than mine?
West: I mean you can say that but that doesn’t make it true
Anthony: how about you tell me one and we’ll see if you can out freak me
West: sure, why the fuck not
West: it’s not like my life can fall apart any more than it already has
Anthony: there’s that can do spirit they teach us here
West: carpe diem and all that jazz
West: I can’t believe I’m telling you this
Anthony: take your time. I promise I wont judge you
West: you say that now
West: okay here it goes
I lean back on one hand again and wait as the little dots pop up.
West: I have this one where I’m asleep in my bed
West: in my fantasy, someone sneaks into my room. I don’t know how he gets in, but he does, and I have no idea he’s there
There’s a pause when no bubble or dots show up, and I type out a gentle prompt. I like where this is going.
Anthony: what does he do while he’s in your room and you’re asleep?
West: he gets into my bed with me
Anthony: then what does he do?
West: it depends
West: sometimes I wake up and he’s prepping me. other times I wake up and he’s already fucking me
Anthony: do you like waking up and feeling him on top of you?
West: yes
Anthony: what does he look like?
West: I don’t know
West: I never see his face
Anthony: you don’t?
West: no. I only see his outline and how big and strong he is. When I wake up it’s dark and I’m disoriented, and even when I’m facing him or I should be able to see his face, I only see darkness
The way he phrases that makes it seem like there’s more to it than just his mind creating an anonymous fantasy man, and that piques my curiosity.
Anthony: what kind of darkness?
West: what do you mean?
