“Yes. Dreams often occur,” She educated. Now, Olivia got off the bed, walked to the fridge, and got a bottle of water for him.
“Take, you will be fine,” she advised, and handed the bottle of water to him, which he collected and still looked at her in astonishment. However, he was considering whether he was still dreaming and drank the water before handing the bottle back to her. She dropped the bottle on the center table and concentrated on him. Then, she pulled him closer and consoled, “Hubby, don't be shocked. It was a mere dream.”
Denise nodded in agreement before he got off the bed to answer the call of nature.
“Excuse me, my Angel.”
“All right, hubby.”
He walked to the restroom, eased himself and observed himself in the mirror, and muttered, "What kind of dream is this? And why my wife?”