Four
[It wasn't the nature of the dream that came as a surprise. She was a teenaged girl, and the Muse of erotic poetry to boot--such things were bound to crop up now and then. Somehow, though, this one was different.
The man had the face of an angel--what she could see of it, anyway. It seemed he was always half-cast in darkness. She didn't recognize him really as anyone she knew, but there was a familiarity there. His voice was so sweet... His kisses so tender... The touch of his hands so gentle... She ached with disappointment when she awoke. She'd never had a dream make her feel that way before...]
So... Am I the only one having strange dreams?
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Current Music: Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams