I opened my eyes to the glow of the sun through my bedroom window. It was cold this morning. As I shifted, I felt a wisp against my face, and reached over, feeling the soft warmth of her hair. She stirred, pressing her body against me, snuggling in the warmth generated between us.
I let my fingers sift through her hair, trailing down the side of her face. She raised her arm, allowing my hand to reach around, pulling her closer. Her hand pressed mine against her body, and held me there warm and content. We lay like that for awhile, maybe as much as half an hour. My lips then found her neck through her hair, nibbling at her flesh. I was rewarded with a sigh, and her hand released mine to reach back and feel through my hair.
I then found myself in the kitchen, washing my coffee mug and gazing out at the horizon, the sun washing out the sky with it's brightness. The water had steamed up the window, but my thoughts were dismissed as her arms wrapped around me, her hands joining mine in the sink. I dropped the mug, feeling her play her fingers against mine in the hot stream from the faucet. She asked where I wanted to go today. I thought Venice sounded nice. She preferred the beach. I got out from between her arms and kissed her, gently at first, but warmly. Her hands, still wet from the sink, pressed against my shoulders, drawing me closer. We had all the time in the world.
I awoke with a bit of a start. The chill in the air caught in my throat, drawing a cough from me. I breathed into my hands to warm them, and ran one along my scalp. I had gotten a haircut yesterday, my hair much shorter than in my dream.
It was a nice dream, what I can remember of it. I'm feeling a little uncomfortable with who I had dreamed of, and what our relationship seemed to be in that dream. Granted, it may signify something entirely different, if it would signify anything. It's just a dream. Even if it did hit a few nerves. For this one, I think I would prefer that a cigar just be a cigar.
