Annette woke up abruptly. Her dream had returned. It had been six months since she last had it. During that time she stayed with Nick on tour and she was blissful. The dream was more vivid and she could remember his lips. She turned around to pick up her sketchbook but was stopped by a pair of arms around her. She looked at Nick fast asleep and holding her. Suddenly, the dream didn’t matter anymore.
“Why worry about the man in my dreams when I am with the of man of my dreams?” She whispered as she snuggled closer to Nick. She looked at him once more before drifting off to sleep.
