At last, the confession

Anaisa blinked, a little confused, at her husband. Part of her dream was trying to convince her this wasn't a dream, when it clearly was. 

"How can I prove this," Trace mused to himself before holding her gaze with his. "Watch."

He glanced up at the sky, and suddenly the sun was gone, and they were in a night full of dazzling stars. They weren't even all white, many were hues of sparkling blue, lavender, pink, and an array of other shades.

"Stunning," She complimented breathlessly. "It's like nothing I've ever seen."

How was he doing this in her dream? Her mind must have given him the power to do so.

"Like nothing you've ever imagined?" Trace pressed. "We're not in your dream anymore, we're in mine. I'm in control here. Try to change something."

Anaisa scratched her head idly. "This dream is strange. I'll be so confused when I finally wake up."

"Try to understand," He urged, but she waved him off.