Chapter Four

"Aleth..."

Alethia heard her mother's indistinct voice in her head and halted. Gosh! Why then when she was just about to savor the beautiful-luscious lips hanging atop her face? And of everywhere her mother could be in that moment, why the fuck was she there?

For a moment Alethia thought she was dreaming, or maybe she was hearing things. On a whim, she decided to go for the lips again. And again, her mother called.

Indeed, she had been dreaming.

Alethia woke up to her mother's bright face staring worriedly down at her. She didn't know what to make of her mother's countenance, but it did prepare her for whatever she might have missed.

"Good morning sunshine," Emily said, kissing her on her forehead.

Alethia found the gesture rather meant for kids. She was an adult, and somehow she didn't feel comfortable with her mother's lips on her forehead, especially not when she'd deprived her of the experience she was just about to have in her actual dream.

She adjusted on the bed and stretche