Chapter 4: The Dream

I wake up in a cold sweat.  Peeling my bedsheets off of my naked body, I get up to grab a set of fresh ones from the hall closet.  When I touch the wood floor, I shiver from the cold and hurry to put my robe on.  After I put on my robe and slippers, I creep out into the hallway and open the linen closet.  

The last thing I want to do is wake up Brad.  He might be drunk or even question why I am up, and as far as I am concerned this is not the time or place to be discussing my dreams with him.  Matter of fact, I don't ever want to talk to him again, but I don't have a choice.  Knowing that he feels that way about another woman makes my skin crawl.

Looking through the fabrics, I pick the Egyptian cotton powder blue sheets and quietly sneak back to my room.  Taking off the wet ones and replacing them with the fresh sheets, I take off my robe and slippers and then climb back into bed.  I lay there for a while, thinking about my dream.

It had to be the most beautiful dream I have ever had and I don't remember ever seeing such clarity before.  Starting out in my secret garden with the man from the stable, we are kissing and it feels like we have been together forever.  The way he touches me and knows just how to make me feel wonderful, it's like the two halves of one soul.

When I look into his eyes, I see right down to his core and all I see is love and a burning desire to make me happy.  After we make love several times, he touches my belly and kisses it.  Feeling something move, I knew that I was pregnant with his child and the smile on my face portrayed the love I felt for the both of them.

Picking me up, he carries me out of the garden and into a whole different house.  The bedroom is smaller, but filled with red roses and I catch a glimpse of our wedding picture on the nightstand.  When he lays me down on the bed, he climbs on top of me and places kisses all over my body.  

For every inch of skin that he reveals, he places soft little butterfly kisses on it, with lips fuller and softer then any other man I have ever kissed.  His fingers trailing along the lines of my clothes until he strips me of them.  He whispers sweet nothings in my ear and makes promises that he always keeps.

The love I feel, is something that has never made me feel so free and is better than anything I have ever experienced in real life.  I really hope that it becomes real, because in the dream I am so happy.  Wondering if this is what it really feels like to be honestly and truly in love, I lay there for a bit longer.  

In the back of my mind I know that this is always what I have secretly desired, but it has never come to pass.  Perhaps, this man is the one who has repeatedly come to my aid.  After all, life does have a funny way of throwing things my way.

Closing my eyes, I smile and my hand runs down my skin.  The softness of my fingertips, make my skin tickle and yet I feel warmth spreading between my legs.  When my fingers reach my folds, I gently rub them and start to moan, just thinking about how his lips felt on mine and the way his arms held me.

That one intimate act, sparked something deep inside me and now the flame has ignited.  Imagining his weight on me and the feel of his erection against my stomach while he touches me, puts me over the edge and when I climax I see brilliant colors under my eyelids.  Still laying there touching myself, a fulfilled feeling spreads over my whole body and I fall fast asleep.