Senses more alert now, I can't help but smile when I remember the dream I had last night.
I had been lying alone when I heard a knock on my window; It was your face that graced the cold glass. You had come for me, hours late, but bearing a kiss and an apology. I waved you to the door and let you in.
I didn't let you explain. I kissed your lips to stop the flowing words of regret. You were not mute for long; soon soft moans escaped your lips to dance with mine in the air. Our tongues consummated their secret vow, while our hands made promises of their own...
I broke the kiss; our smiles mirrored each other's. Taking your hand, I led you for the first time down the hall into my room. The candle I had lit hours before still burned, though it was reduced to half its original size. By now, the scent of vanilla permeated the air. The same music danced, and my robe and body still felt like silk to the touch. I led you to my bed; there we stopped, unable to continue further without kissing again.
Without ending our kiss, we shifted onto the bed. We instantly intertwined, forming one sweaty, panting life...
As the night progressed, my slim figure became less hidden. The only cavern that remained partly veiled was explored by your hands, then your tongue...
Several times, weak and wet, I rested in your arms. Then, as the first traces of sunlight beamed into my window, you kissed me goodbye. You got up and started to reassemble your clothing. Slipping on your jeans, your belt... I lunged for your shirt and, laughing giddily, slipped it over my head.
"You didn't think I'd let you go home fully clothed, did you?" I asked, teasing you.
You smiled, bringing the deep dimple in your left cheek to view. "I never do..."
Another kiss, then you were gone.
"God, what a dream!" I think aloud.
I throw back my covers with a smile, now ready to face my day.
A spark of realization washes over me when I look down...
and realize I'm wearing your shirt.
