Fiorentina/Dalia
I clung to someone. His body heat connected us, and I welcomed it so that flesh met flesh. It was someone I knew well, I could tell. A lover. His lips were equal parts firm and soft on mine, passionate and searching. How I knew how it would feel, I didn't know then. I had never been kissed.
I couldn't see his face. My eyes were closed, savoring the sensations. His name was on the tip of my tongue, and the tips of his fingers caressed my hips. But before I could moan that name out, the scene changed.
My eyes were open, but the scene was dark.
I was walking on the street where the theater was. My blood ran cold as I realized it was a continuation of what I had seen in an earlier dream. That nightmare. Apprehensively, I walked on. I had always loved the night performanc
