Friday’s Short Story: Daydreaming

Friday is here and to get ready to un-wind for the weekend, and maybe even some early Valentine’s Day love, here’s a quick short story to get your senses right.

Originally Posted on The Chronicles of DNC

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DAYDREAMING

THE ALARM WAS BLARING and I noticed it was 8:45am; fifteen minutes until my final psychology exam.

“Shit!”

I jumped up and threw on my sneakers. I ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. I peeked in the mirror before I came out. I looked a mess, I thought to myself, but I had to go. I was lucky to get out the apartment by 8:52am with less than ten minutes left before my exam. Good thing I was only five minutes from campus. I sped down side streets and grabbed a parking spot right in front of the McClure A&S building.

As I walked in the auditorium, I noticed that almost every seat was filled. I raced up the stairs knowing I only had seconds to get set to take the last test of my college life.

“Ava!”

I looked up into the fifth row from the top and saw Dominic. I was so happy to see he saved me a seat. As I finally got to my seat, Professor Sawyer stepped into the room.

“Man, could you cut it any closer?” Dominic questioned me.

I just laughed and thanked him.

“Alright class. Let’s get it poppin’,” Professor started on his semi-cool but still very geekish rant before handing out the tests.

I was so happy that Dominic thought about me. Sure, I wanted to take my test, but I was more excited to take it next to him. Dominic was also a senior majoring in psychology, but not your normal psychology geek. He was 6’2”, a solid 205 with sun-glazed skin and grey eyes. His voice was deep and calming, just like a late-night, quiet storm deejay. Everything about him oozed player — an obvious hoe magnet —but I had never see him treat any woman with disrespect, even with the hoes who threw themselves at him. I couldn’t lie; I had a huge crush on him. The professor’s rant made me fall into a normal Dominic daydream:

I saw the classroom empty and instead of Dominic sitting next to me, he was standing at the front of the room by the teacher’s desk. I looked around and realized that we were truly alone.

“Come here,” he called to me.

Without hesitation, I stood up and started walking down the stairs. I noticed that the shabby sweatpants and t-shirt I originally had on was now a black dress with two slits on the side, set off with some red four-and-a-half inch peep-toe stilettos. I could even feel my hair blowing in some sort of hidden wind from within the classroom.

That’s weird. I finally made it down the stairs and as I took that last step he used all his strength to knock everything off the desk. I knew what was next.

Excerpt from Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-Fy Short Stories; an Amazon Best Seller for African-American Erotica. Now available at Shop Passion-Fy (10% OFF with VDAY17), Amazon, Createspace and Barnes and Nobles.

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