02-06-2003, 09:59 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Jim and I lay together, talking quietly. Replete. We always fell asleep nestled together. There was something about basking in that afterglow that we both enjoyed. The tender caresses and kisses that came as afterthoughts of our love-making, and even listening to Jim's breathing as it slowed and became a gentle snore.
Gods how I love him. I smiled and shifted my body one last time before I joined my husband in the deep sleep that always comes with complete and total satisfaction.
It was just before dawn when something startled me awake. I found myself holding my breath and listening. Something was different. Strange. It was hot... the smells... the voices...
I called out to Jim in a whisper. But it wasn't my voice. It wasn't even my language! I sat up and looked around in alarm. This isn't our home! What in the world?
Dreaming. That's it... I'm dreaming. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself back to sleep.
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