Marcel Winatschek

A Summer Fair

I dreamt I was at a summer fair in my hometown with Iveta and her generic boyfriend. We walked together through the bright streets, past decorated market stalls, colorful sweets, and children holding balloons. The dream tried to simulate the feelings I used to have for Iveta whenever I looked at her. I thought that now, years later, I was grown-up enough to handle these emotional games. At some point the two of them started talking about her boyfriend's huge cock. Then I left.