Dream or reality? It was late and my friend Flavio had not yet appeared. He had agreed to arrive at nine, and even at ten I still waited, anxious. "Did you give up?" I thought. He had called that afternoon saying he needed to talk. I said I'd be busy, but he insisted. In fact, we both knew what the conversation would be ... I started reading a book, but it was hard to concentrate. I fell asleep, pretending not to notice the door unlocked. I did not see him when he arrived, and I was awakened with hot kisses and dirty words whispered in my ear. I was half sleepy until he clung firmly to enveloping kisses and the weather warmed: a caress at the breast, a hand inside his pants, a bolder touch ... I was completely involved when Flávio pulled me into the bedroom. He, incredibly seductive, touched my whole body. We embraced. I could feel his heart pounding, his breath racing. My body was on fire, burning with desire. Without exchanging a word, we had sex. It was a delicious, urgent, wonderful love. In the morning, I woke up alone. He insisted on not believing. Nothing could be so unforgettable, but until now I do not know if it was dream or reality.