Dreams in reality
Lance.
''Wake up baby,'' I hear his voice, that mesmerizing voice that I have come to love.
I know he is more important than sleep right now but I am exhausted. I stayed up till late last night with Jack. I need a couple more hours of sleep. ''Baby,'' he calls my name again.
This must be a beautiful dream. Ford is at home, I left him last night. I must miss him so much that I am dreaming about him. I feel arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. Now my room is smelling like him. I take a sniff of the scent as I grab unto this beautiful dream. I hear him chuckling, God this dream feels so real.
''Is this a dream,'' I murmur still sleeping.
He laughs again and this time it hits me that this is too real to be a dream. He is actually here right now. I spring my eyes open and his smiling face comes into play.
''How are you here?'' I ask him the first thing that comes to my mind.