JettI woke to softness beside me.
Sometimes when I would wake, there was this moment between sleep and consciousness that was like floating. It was soft and comfortable and a little disorienting, but in the best kind of way. It was holding onto a dream even after you felt it slipping away and it was as good a way to start your day as any.
That’s what I thought this was.
Softness and warmth. Being wrapped around a body that wasn’t a pillow. It’s the sort of feeling that every person out there craved, a universal need, even if not all of us were willing to acknowledge it.
And here it was. Was it any wonder I thought I was still lingering in a dream?
But as I slowly opened my eyes, my lids still lined in sand, I realized the truth. This wasn’t a dream. It was me, lying in bed with a beau
