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.”

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