Hannah was sure of it. Joseph Thompson was perfect. Surely someone would pinch her and wake her up soon. But to do so would be a cruel crime to the dreamers of the world, such as herself right now. She was sure she was dreaming all of this up right now. A completely realistic dream.
She could smell him, and taste his lips upon hers. She felt his body against hers, and felt his lips moving against her own.
And when he spoke, she was so sure she was dreaming again. "Really?" she uttered, smiling just faintly. "Because I was thinking the same exact thing."