Charli

Was that a dream?

As wake and sleep intermingled and the morning sun eased through the blinds, the question floated through my mind.

Stretching my arms and legs across the mattress, the soft sheets caressed my bare skin as the newly familiar, wonderful ache of contentment settled into my core. Despite my hand only finding an empty bed, I knew the answer to my question: it’d been real.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as my fingertips ...