Jessica POV
This is not my bed.
That was my first thought as I stretched out on the most comfortable bed I had ever slept in. It was not too soft or too hard, and the blanket was so fluffy and warm. I could snuggle into this bed all day.
Wait!
Where am I?
This is the room where I had my dream.
Getting up and rushing to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror and smile.
I look like a woman who had a great night and no hangover.
The smell of coffee and pancakes reached my nose, and my stomach said it wanted food now!
Slowly, I crept down the hall following the smell and found the man in my dream, standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. I felt I knew every inch of that body.
I must have a great imagination.
He turned, and I met his eyes; he smiled as he greeted me.
I am a
