Lyra
"Goddess, how long have I been asleep?" I mumbled, glancing around the room now lit up by the sunlight. I stared up at the ceiling and let out a tired sigh, just trying to clear my head, and slowly my thoughts slipped back to that dream from last night.
I could recall every detail so clearly, and I felt my cheeks warming up as it all came rushing in. That dream hit me out of nowhere. I never expected to have such a steamy one about Soren, and it seemed so lifelike.
I could still sense the heat of his hand on my skin and how each kiss weakened me. It was tough to push him away, and in that dream, he wasn't holding back, and neither was I.
"I should get up," I whispered to myself, but deep down, I couldn't shake those thoughts or how real they felt.
"How can a dream seem that real?
