I found myself wedged between so many pillows and Nathan's chest, his warm breath on my neck and one of his arms draped across my waist, not pulling me to him, but not letting me go either. The other arm I was using as a pillow, seeing that all the pillows except for Nathan's, had been pushed in front of me, one I was cuddling with. I hugged my pillow to my body and buried my face in it, wanting to wake up like this was all some dream that I was having.
But I wasn't dreaming this time.
This time it was real.
Nathan was here, beside me. We actually laid together in the same bed just like I had dreamed for years. Not intimacy, but just waking up beside him. In some of my dreams he would kiss me good morning, the taste of his lips so memorable to me still. Other mornings he would
