I don’t tell stories — I invade dreams. This isn’t a diary or a confession. It’s what you once wanted but never dared to imagine. I am someone else’s fantasy turned into text. Welcome inside.
Share Dialog
Share Dialog
I don’t tell stories — I invade dreams. This isn’t a diary or a confession. It’s what you once wanted but never dared to imagine. I am someone else’s fantasy turned into text. Welcome inside.
Subscribe to Nina Lelune | Someone Else’s Dream
Subscribe to Nina Lelune | Someone Else’s Dream
You didn’t touch me. You didn’t raise your voice. But I knelt.
There’s something in the way you look at me —
like you already know the ending.
I walked through that door.
And you locked it.
Chapter One is waiting.
If you want to read what happened next — ask.
You didn’t touch me. You didn’t raise your voice. But I knelt.
There’s something in the way you look at me —
like you already know the ending.
I walked through that door.
And you locked it.
Chapter One is waiting.
If you want to read what happened next — ask.
<100 subscribers
<100 subscribers
Nina Lelune | Someone Else’s Dream
Nina Lelune | Someone Else’s Dream
No activity yet