She awoke the next morning smiling, but worn out from last nights events. As she slowly opened her eyes and rose groggily she realized that she was in her bed alone. Panic rose up inside her, and tears welled in her eyes. Last night had been another dream, she thought, just like the ones she'd been having for an entire year. But it couldn't have been a dream.It was to real, to beautiful, to vivid in her mind. She rose a little higher to investigate the contents of her bed room. The floor was still wet in places from when a giggilling John had carried her upstairs after swimming in the ocean at 1 in the morning. His soak undergarments were still in a bundle on the floor. But if last night was real, then where was John?
