Friends Like These Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Last night I had a dream.
I had a dream that I shouldn't have had.
I dreamed that I fell for my friends girlfriend.
The very notion that caused me to wake with startled eyes
and a gut wrenching feeling.
I knew it wasn't right, but the more I fought to stay awake,
The more the dream persisted.
Until ultimately I fell back asleep. Unable to fight.
When my eyes closed, she was still there.
The pillars of heaven shook. I knew it wasn't right.
I lost complete control of myself for what felt like eternity.
She fed the eternal hunger that beckoned to be fed.
The look of her eye was not the same, gazing back into mine.
She beckoned for more, inciting a fire that roared beyond comprehension.
The answer to every glance she took in my direction was answered.
Last night I hated myself.
I couldn't stand the sight of myself.
Complete and utter disgust for what I've done. Although fictional.
At that moment I was awakened by a phone call from that very friend.
While I sighed in relief, he on the other hand had a more distraught tone
To his voice.
When I asked what was wrong.
He revealed all the gloomy details of my dream.
Except his wasn't a dream