Such a strange way to wake up. Sad and endearing at the same time.
He was there lying next to me, we were just opening our eyes. Curled up to him, his arm around my neck, caressing my hair. My head on his chest, rising and falling with his breath, his words. The sound of his voice, the smell of yesterday's cologne, the softness of him... it was so real. So familiar… We have been there before.
When I woke from the dream I was forlorn. Tearful. I closed my eyes and went back to it, pretending, imagining. I felt it all again. I didn't want to open my eyes.
What makes it beautiful and wistful all at once is that it's not that unrealistic. It would be more than a possibility; probable, likely, if there weren't so much distance between us.
Sigh. Of course. Story of my life.
Jeezus, I sound like friggin Nora Roberts or something. I obviously haven't had enough coffee. Stupid brain.
I can't help it. I was stuck in a moment. The dream was yesterday morning, and I'm still stuck in it.