22 Quotes by E.J. Mellow

I stay pressed against the solid structure as the doors open . “I’d get some air if I were you. From the feel of it, you seem a little hot and bothered.

Rae!” I shove his shoulder. “You can’t do that! You can’t snoop about you through me!”“Why not? How else were you going to repay me for this favor?” The corner of his mouth tips up. “Plus, wouldn’t you ask her that?”“Oh. My. God! That’s not the point,” I scold, but after a moment ask, “What did she say?

These dreams are almost like reentering a part in a book that was dog-eared, continuing right where I left off the last time I awoke.

Lost things never like to be found until they’ve been forgotten.

I stay pressed against the solid structure as the doors open. “I’d get some air if I were you. From the feel of it, you seem a little hot and bothered.

I build worlds around us and solar systems and creatures that only exist in dreams. I manifest colors that have flavors and darkness that’s all encompassing. I go to a place unborn by man, created in a space where the natural law has no reach and the science of reason is washed away, replaced by the basic pure desire to exist, all of it coming from a place I never knew I had.

I sit on it’s edge, looking down at the man who feels like he just materialized out of nowhere. My head still swims with euphoria from the moment... a moment I was just in with one man whilst sleeping next to another. Suddenly feeling dirty, I pull the sheets wrapped in front of my body closer.

His comment brings me back to my birthday dinner with Jared, and I grin at the memory. Dev blinks a few times at my pleased expression and gives me one of his knee-weakening smiles. Immediately, my face falls. “I wasn’t smiling at you.” “I see.” He glances around. “So it was for the other man who opened the door for you.” “As a matter of fact, it was,” I say and breeze past him.

And then there are the dreams that feel as authentic as reality itself, that seem to exist just as your own life does. Where the emotions you experience there carry over to when you’re awake. They are so real, so genuine, that you begin to question your own sanity. And you know that when the day comes that you finally stop dreaming them, you will never stop remembering.