A Little Dream of You
Extrapolated from a dream I was having this morning.
“I want to make love to you.”
“No one’s ever just . . . said it like that before.”
“You don’t seem to be good at taking hints.”
He waited. She blinked at him once, twice, and he wondered if he was supposed to take that for an answer. Once for yes, twice for no? Or was it the other way around? He felt his palms starting to go damp. And then she took a tiny step forward, and another, so that she was within arm’s reach. He drew her to him, but she remained tense, and when he put his lips to hers there was no give.
He was about to step back when all at once she melted and his arms suddenly seemed full of her. Oh, yes, he thought, just like that. Perfect.
There was some other part of the dream prior to this, something about the man in the dream being on an airplane, but this is how it ended.