Dreams 4

He reached the nadir of monotony when he started to feel guilty in his dreams. Sleep. The Subsoncious. A place for him to wander into forbidden bedrooms, to visit worlds that didn't exist. No. His dreams stopped before he did anything wrong, before a kiss, sometimes before a handshake. Why should he have to make the right decisions in his sleep? Gone was his only outlet for debauchery free from consequence. He was destined to live in reality all day and all night, waking up each morning quivering with contrition for things that almost happened, things he wanted to happen, but never did.