This is a dream:

I wake up to a rich, high pitch laughter
My nose tickles and I open my eyes,
Brown curls dance about my face,
And an angel smiles at me.

Soft lips meet my lips
And fingertips entwine.
Soft ******* upon my chest,
And short breath upon my cheek.

I stare into deep brown pools,
Warmth surrounds me fully.
I pause to take in what surrounds me,
I am playing with happiness that is not mine.

I sigh, breath deeply and open my eyes again

That….was a dream