a while to see what they got wrong. There was always something, he thought.
After eating a generous portion, he took his plate to the kitchen but decided to relax a little more before going to bed. It didn’t take long and he was starting to feel a little euphoric, lounging in his chair. Pretty soon he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He remembered listening to the television talk about the gladiators in Rome when he relented and let his eyes shut for a moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a bedroom and lying on his back in an enormous bed. It was hard to find one he could fit into comfortably and this one did that and more.
Then it hit him. This was the same room his dream took place in last night. The same cream sheets as well as the same dark mahogany bed. As much fun as last night had been, he needed to wake up early. He didn’t have time for this; he needed to be refreshed in the morning for work. All day yesterday he dragged his feet and didn’t have the same sharp focus he normally did. He was hoping to not have a repeat of that tomorrow.
He shut his eyes and tried to will himself to wake up. That was when he felt the slightest movement from the other side of the bed. Turning his head to the right, he finally saw her.
She was lying on her side, facing him. With her hair pulled back he could see her entire face and neck, and all of her characteristics that had started to fade in his mind throughout the day, came back with phenomenal clarity. Man, but she is beautiful, he thought.
He knew that if he wanted to get out of here, he should just leave well enough alone, but for some reason, he couldn’t. His hand slowly inched toward her face and very lightly, he ran his finger from the top of her cheek and stopped at her chin.
Before he knew it, he was staring into the most vivid violet eyes he could ever remember seeing. Amazingly, she then smiled at him; not just a grin, but one that didn’t stop until it reached those amazing eyes.
What happened next, surprised him, but at the same time made his heart feel as though it could beat out of his chest. She reached up and cupped the hand that was still touching her face and whispered, “It’s you.” Moving his hand around to her mouth, she then kissed the palm and gave him another heart stopping smile after removing their hands.
He needed to be careful and remember that this was just a dream and not reality. If he got too caught up in this fantasy, he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the two and then he might never want to leave.
He attempted to lighten the mood a little. “Miss me?”
“Maybe a little.” Her smile turned into a smirk.
Malachi took the hand that was still being held by hers, and turned it around to grasp her wrist. Slowly, he started to pull her towards him.
“What about you, did you miss me ?” She was now turning the tables back on him.
“Maybe a little.”
Did his voice always sound so gravelly, or was it just him?
He finally glanced down at what she was wearing and had to swallow the lump in his throat. “You look awe inspiring. Is this for me?” Malachi focused on the skinning silk straps that he would love to pull down her arms with his teeth. Then his eyes traveled all the way down to the hem of her nighty, noticing how it barely covered what he desperately wanted to see. He had seen more elaborate negligees from previous women, but this one on her, made the others pale in comparison.
Before he had been done talking, she started to blush and Malachi knew the answer.
She’s blushing? Imagine me, dreaming up a woman that blushes. Maybe my subconscious has a thing for the shy ones, he thought.
“Doesn’t matter. You could look amazing in anything. Remembering you in your t-shirt and flannel pajama pants still makes my blood boil.”
“Really?” Disbelief rang in her voice.
He finally had her close enough where he could put their foreheads together. His lips were