I WOKE SLOWLY. My entire body felt like it was wrapped in cool silk, and I didn’t know if it was real or part of a wonderful dream. I wanted to stay like this and not wake up to have it disappear.
Flashes of another dream tried to intrude on my bliss, but I pushed the images away, except for one. There was something about the beautiful, silver-haired woman that was comforting and familiar. I wanted to remember her.
I had no idea how long I drifted in that pleasant state of being only half awake, before my body decided it was done with sleep. The first thing I noticed before I opened my eyes was that I could still feel the deliciously cool material against my skin. The second thing was the amount of bare skin exposed to it. I rubbed my legs together. Why wasn’t I wearing my sleep pants?
