Only In My Dreams

Chapter 2

    That's when I turned around and saw him...    

    He seemed to be searching for something, and when his eyes landed, they absolutely lit up. It took me a minute, but I slowly realized that the thing he must have been looking for was me. As he rushed over to me, I found my legs carrying myself to him as well. As soon as he got close, he reached out his arms and, once he got ahold of me, pulled me in close to his body. We seemed to be in some lavish room, one more expensive than I will probably ever enter in my actual life.

    "Hey, gorgeous." He said, kissing my forehead but keeping me close. I know this might seem weird, but dream guy and I have been doing this for over two years now, and I've just accepted that I have an overactive imagination. Plus, this man is too good to exist outside of my dreams. So I enjoy him here and feel no guilt. It's not like we always have s*x or anything. Sometimes we sit and talk. I must not have that great of imagination because he is very similar to Brian somehow.

    They both work for investment corporations and seem to like similar things. Maybe he was like some protector that I conjured up on a bad day to make me feel better, but I can't remember exactly when or how he appeared. It started that I would see him once a month, then once a week, every other day, and now I see him every day. If this means I'm crazy, though, then I don't want to be sane.

    Don't get me wrong, Brian is a good looking nice guy and is great for me. But this guy is a greek god amongst men. His body seemed to be chiseled from stone, and I mean all of his body. We had many things in common, even more than Brian and I had. This makes sense because I made him up and rocked my world as it has never been rocked before. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and need Brian to take me because I'm still so turned on from the encounter.

    "Hey, handsome. How was your day?" I asked, looking up into those big blue eyes. Gosh, the sight of those eyes is enough to make me melt. His arms were practically the size of my head, which they encircled like a cage. One that would never let me go or get out without his permission. 

    "It was good, but I couldn't wait to see you. Plus, now I get to give you your birthday gift." I smiled at his words and was hoping that this present somehow involved nudity. Then he pulled out a package from behind his back and handed it to me. It was a long rectangular box that was almost as big as me. It had a red ribbon wrapped around it to keep it shut, and it looked so beautifully done that I didn't even want to open it. "Don't you want to see what is inside?" He asked, raising one eyebrow at her hesitancy.

    "It looks so nice that I don't want to ruin the packaging," I said and hesitantly touched my fingers to the bow. It was shiny and smooth and seemed to come undone with the slightest of tugs from me. "If this is some elaborate coffee maker, I am going to love it and be so sad I can't use it in the real world." One thing that defines me is my love of coffee. 

    Another thing to know about dream guy is that I've never given him a name. I've thought of some, but none ever seemed right, so I never even brought it up. I really wanted to say his name to thank him for the gift once I was done unwrapping it, but nothing seemed right again. So, I just continued opening the package until all that was left to do was take off the box's top. I held my breath, trying to think of what my brain could have possibly put in this box. 

    When I finally lifted the lid, I was met with the vision of frill, lace, and the color midnight blue. It took me a moment to lift the item from the box to realize what it must be. "A ball gown?" I asked and turned to look at the dream man, but he looked different when I turned around. He was wearing a tuxedo and looked devilishly handsome in it, if I do say so myself. 

    He looked from met o the dress and asked, "Won't you try it on?" There was a wicked glint in his eye that made me go weak in the knees. In hopes of not embarrassing myself, I just nodded my head and started to undress. When I lifted the dress from the box, it was more difficult for me to get into than I thought it would be. "May I help you with that?" He asked and extended a hand towards me. 

    'Yes, please." I breathed and worked on getting my body into this death trap. With his help, it probably took me five minutes to finish getting it on. I felt his hands touch my lower back and hips, and I inhaled a breath at his sudden proximity.

    He held up his hands in mock surrender and said, "There is a zipper here in the back. May I get it for you?" His hands were still up in the air as if I were arresting him, and I quickly waved his hands down and turned around so he could have full access to my back. Once his hands were again at my hips, I felt my breathing slow, and my heart rate increase. He must have heard it because as his hands gently glided the zipper up my back, his finger traced my spine all the way up to the back of my neck.

    I felt myself shiver in response before turning around and saying, "Thank you." I turned to look in the mirror on the wall and gasped at my own reflection, surely this could not actually be me. Then, I remembered that this is only a dream, and I may look better here than I would in real life. The creature standing before me was worthy of being a Disney princess. Heck, this could be a room in a castle for all I knew, and we were on our way to the ball. 

    I turned around and looked at the dream man, and he broke into a smile that made my heart almost stop. "You look absolutely stunning." His eyes seemed t roam every inch of my skin, and I couldn't believe that this was happening, or at least that it was happening in my dream.

     "Are you ready for the next part of your present, my princes?" He asked and extended his hand out to me as a courtly gentleman would do.

    "I would be delighted to." I smiled and placed my hand in his, wondering where else this dream would take me tonight.