JUST ONE KISS

"W..hat .. are...you doing here?" I ask, after acknowledging that my dream has swivelled into reality. I dart my eyes around the room and realize that the window curtain has been moved to the sides, and the windows are open. There is a little sunlight today, maybe marking the end of winter.

Before answering my question, Andy grins, and I take the shot to glare at him. Doesn't he look abnormally raw and straight-faced for such an early morning? No eye bags, no logs, no gloomy face, and no signs of somnolence. My! Handsomeness comes with its outstanding package of windfalls, I suppose.

Damn!

"What were you dreaming about? I knocked, I called, but you did not hear. I thought you might have developed a fever overnight, only to walk in on you..."

Murmuring your name in my stupid dream? Fantasizing about you?

Shit! He freaking heard me! What the...

"Snoring!" He attempts to lie, but the devilish smirk on his face deludes him. Even his four-year-old daughter can tell he is prevaricating