“There is no 5 PM,” Jenna said, kissing the top of Sloane’s head. “There’s only this. The double daydream. You and me, pretending the rest of the world is just a movie we don’t have to watch.”
The bedroom was a mess of unmade sheets and polaroids taped to the wall. Jenna pulled the gray sweater over her head as Sloane unbuttoned her linen shirt. There was no rush. This wasn’t a frantic reunion. It was a double daydream —two women moving in parallel, finishing each other’s thoughts with their hands. X-Art - Double Daydreams - Jenna Ross -1080p-.mov
The Double Daydream