She gazed up at me through those silky black eyelashes, with those sparkling green eyes.
“Have you ever been in love?” She asked, her voice almost an inaudible whisper.
“No,” I answered, my brain going fuzzy.
“Well…have you ever dreamed of it?”
“Maybe. I can hardly remember what I ever dream of,” I said.
“You should try to remember. Dreams are how the world was created,” she remarked, sliding a cool finger under my eye. Her touch gave me shivers, and I wrapped my arms tighter around her slim waist.
“Well, God had a dream…and then man had a dream…and then so on, and so forth. Without dreams, we’d still be cavemen.”
“Ah, but I bet you’d have been a cute cavewoman.”