Dreams and Fantasies
Some days I dream about what it would be like to be married. I roll over in bed in the morning, give my husband a kiss, roll back over and start to read my book. It's a comfortable silence. Me reading, him sleeping. The birds are chirping outside and the sun is slowly peeking through the windows.
Strangely that's the farthest I get in my dream. Kids don't make an appearance in my dream. I don't wake him up to have sex. We don't cuddle. We don't argue about who has to take the kids to their game. It's just a normal Saturday morning. And the two of us are just comfortable in bed.
Strangely that's the farthest I get in my dream. Kids don't make an appearance in my dream. I don't wake him up to have sex. We don't cuddle. We don't argue about who has to take the kids to their game. It's just a normal Saturday morning. And the two of us are just comfortable in bed.