Hate to gush, but sometimes in my dreams I look to my right when I am lying in bed and imagine this is the vision before my eyes, staring back at me. I gently reach up with my right hand and push the few stray stands of hair entwined with her right eyebrow and eyelashes and she smiles a brilliant, beautiful smile, her eyes shimmering in the dim light of my room. “Thanks,” she whispers, almost just mouthing the words as I say back in the same whisper, “You’re welcome.” Our eyes stay locked for second after second as my breath starts to quicken a bit and I build up the courage to start to move toward her. Our eyes stay locked until the very moment that I am close enough to feel her breath, then, as if to tell me she feels the same way I do, her eyes gently close and her lips pucker ever so slightly. My lips meet those soft, lush, pretty lips and as cliché as it sounds…fireworks. Within seconds, we are locked in a tight embrace, our eyes closed, our lips and our tongues dancing in unison, our breath molding into one.
