I have no idea where I am, but as soon as I feel the warmth around my body, that suddenly doesn't matter.
A muscular arm is draped around my waist and the sunlight peeking through the window adds to the brightness of my dream.
My heart flutters in my chest, even though I know deep down this isn't real. It's okay, because these types of dreams are my favorite.
I move closer to the warmth, trying to get the dream-man to envelop me whole.
He's laying down with his head turned the other way. All I can see through my distorted vision is his body, the way it slightly stirs in his sleep too, and his arm, which tightens around me as I move closer.
His whole arm is now around my waist–with the other one under my head–and I bathe in the comfort. I can't see his face since I've now re-closed my eyes, but I feel the way his head rests on mine. One of my arms rests upon his body too, causing the mystery man to let out a soft chuckle.
That deep rumble wraps around me like the finest velvet and silk that not even money can buy.
I nuzzle my head under his, but before I know it, the warmth is gone. All I'm left with is the return to dark, void realm of dreamless sleep.
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Forevermore
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