Dreaming of Z's [Chapter Two]

It's been weeks since I had the dream, the one where she and I had sex. A lot has changed in those few weeks. So much so, that's it's really hard to keep track of all that's happened. We've almost entirely stopped talking, and when we do it always has a bitter undertone to it.
I used to be attached to my phone, I always had it on me, just in case she felt the urge to text or call me. But as the weeks have gone by I've stopped caring so much. Sometimes we go days without more than a personal text. I sometimes feel like I'm some kind of disturbed stalker who doesn't know he's a stalker, what kind of fate is that?
I haven't dreamed about her in weeks either, and her face is slowly starting to melt away in my mind's eye. My stomach turns when I think about her. What could all this mean?

I come home from a day out with my friends, watching movies and spending money unwisely. I fall asleep almost as soon as I hit the futon, which is something I never do. The next thing I know she's rocking me saying,
"Wake up."
So I do.
I roll over and there she is, always a paragon of beauty. Her face is illuminated by the red glow of my clock, but even through the dim glow I can see enough of her face to instantly fall back in love with her. She smiles and my heart flutters. She leans in a softly kisses me on the lips.
"Am I dreaming?" I ask her. She smiles again.
"It depends on how you define dreaming." I sit up and kiss her, she wraps one arm around my neck and pushes her lips firmly onto mine. When we break away I tell her,
"I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, but you know how it is; busy life, lots of things to do." I smile.
"Yeah, I'm never very busy anymore."
"That would explain your restlessness." She says. I kiss her softly on the neck then tell her,
"You know, it wouldn't kill you to just say 'Hi' every once in a while."
"And it wouldn't kill you to relax every once in a while." She replies. I shrug.
"Yeah, I know. I guess I prefer you here than in real life."
"How can you tell the difference?"
"Well, first of all you treat me like I'm actually worth something here, there I'm practically a leper."
"Don't be so dramatic." She says moving the hair away from my face, she smiles.
"I have an idea." I say as I roll over and start rummaging through my writing utensils.
"What are you doing?" She asks. I sit back up with a sharpie in hand.
"I'm going to leave a note, if all this is real, I'll find out tomorrow, when I see you."
"Alright..." She says, reluctantly. I lift up her shirt and take it off. She starts kissing me again. Then I draw a small smilie face on her side. Then she takes off my shirt.

-Sir Jestro