I laid there trying so desperately to allow sleep to find me, but it would not. My mind was playing games with me, and simply would not allow me to rest. There had been too many things happen today that I was thinking over. Analyzing. Mmy head was beginning to hurt, and I felt like my mind wanted to self-implode. Instead, I tossed and I turned, hoping that repositioning myself would help. But there was nothing. With every movement I was fully aware of the heat from Lachlan that radiated from beside me, as his breathing had slowed and sleep passed over him.
I desperately wanted to wake him. Talk to him. Kiss him once again. Know that all we had done was nothing more than my imagination. Because, as crazy as it seemed, it still felt surreal to me. It did not feel real. It did not feel like
