bloodyrosemccoy | When I'm Not Around

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Flag Day (Finland)

All right, my subconscious has done it again. A couple of nights ago, I had the most intensely erotic dream ever—

About pie.

Yes, pie. And no, I can think of no better word to describe it than ‘erotic.’ There was nothing sexual about the pie at all, nothing like that. It was just that, in the dream, pie was an intense sensual experience. The dream narrative went something like this:

Delicious pie. Look at this apple pie. Beautiful, isn’t it? The top of the crust is so crispy and flaky. See the way the sugar on it sparkles. Can’t you sense the texture of the cinnamon now? That crust would melt in your mouth. And it’s so beautifully formed and fitted to the bottom crust at the edge—and that crust is a crust you could sink your teeth into. And if you peek under the crust—see those delicious, full slices of apple under the steam? Look at that filling, so sweet and sugary, and those slices are just the perfect consistency. Biting into those would be enough to send you into shivers of ecstasy. This is the best pie in the world. The other neighbors all burned their pie. But you’ve got your whole delicious pie to yourself. You can eat it with a tall glass of milk. Beautiful pie.

This was accompanied by camera swoops and pans,* and a steamy apply scent. I woke up positively aching for apple pie.

The best part, though, is that I don’t even like pie.

Yeah. I make sense.

*Oh, come on, I know you dream cinematically. Who doesn’t?