I keep having this reoccurring dream.

I wake up, it is daylight, but I am under white sheets. Because I am on my side, I role over, and these beautiful big blue eyes are looking down at me.

There's a smile covered with whiskers, and blond ***** hair surrounding his face.

The imperfect teeth say something I cannot quite make out, and then his callused hands reach around my naked body pulling me closer to him. He is sweaty, but smells of rain and mint.

The sun shines through the shades, brightening up the blond hair on his chest, and icing out his baby blue eyes. I am speechless. He smirks.

His hand pulls my mouth up to his. I shyly pull away, and roll to my back. He rolls on top.

The clouds are barely parting outside the window. He looks down at me, his golden hair draping over his face while he rests his weight on the hands that he's place on both sides of me.

He calls me beautiful. I blush. He leans down slowly, and intensely kisses me.

I lift my hands to run through his beautiful hair, as he pulls away, continuing with a trail of small pecks along my sternum.

He stops at my *******, traces them. Traces every inch of my body, touching the scars and the imperfections. He stops when he reaches my wrist. He runs his rough fingers over my tender skin. He does this for a few minutes.

I let him.

Slowly, he returns the gaze back to mine, and those icy wonderments melt my heart. I can see tears fighting their way out, but he would never let me see them. He does his best to show the emotion he is feeling through them.

I took away, too afraid of what connection we might find.

He puts his head down, cupping my sides with his overly large hands. He kisses my stomach, and then quickly pulls me to his head level.

He tells me he loves me. His voice sounds like angels.

I say I know.

His rest his head on my chest, while I tangle my fingers with his soft hair. His whiskers tickle, but I love it.

We stay like this for a while. I know this because I watched the sunlight change through the shades on the window.

Finally, he looks up at me again. Our eyes lock. It seems as if time as stopped and the world has stopped moving. It is as if we pulled away, we both realize that this moment would be gone. This one innocent and beautiful moment, it all would vanish.

He leans down, and kisses me so intimately.  

We make love, and right as we are about to ******,

I wake up.

The dream is over.

And I am alone.