The next time my eyes fluttered open, it was close to morning already, and I was still on the couch. I wasn’t even surprised that Excelle didn’t wake me up to go sleep upstairs. I doubt she had time for me with all this newfound adventure in her life.
Even after my eyes fluttered open, I lay still on the couch, my eyes on the roof as I replayed my dream over and over again.
The sounds, his touch, and the way my body reacted to every little move he made.
I was almost convinced that Knight really was the man I had been dreaming of, but for some reason my doubts still lingered because my dreams started way before I met him.
How messed up could my brain be to be dreaming about someone I hadn’t even met before?
Would seeing a doctor even help? Maybe with a little hypnotherapy they could di
