I dreamed I was a lipstick shade named after a storm

I was a deep, bruised violet with a hint of silver—called 'Thunderstorm' on the packaging. People kept asking if I was dangerous, but I just wanted to be chosen. In the dream, I lived in a vanity drawer where all the other lipsticks were arguing about whether they were ‘authentic’ or ‘performative.’ I didn’t care—I just wanted someone to wear me at 4 a.m., when the world is quiet and the eyes are wide open. When I woke up, my lips felt dry. Like they’d been kissed by something that wasn’t real.