Riki went to the counter and stared at the wind chimes hanging on the cafe's door, chin resting upon his palm. Those have not hymned since he opened the shop. Clearly, it should be the reason of his gloomy visage. But God, the dream he dreamt few moments ago was just freaking realistic that he cannot stop thinking about it.
Forget about the coffee shop's shortfall in customers. He will return to sleep so he could catch the continuation of his fantasy.
Hmm. . . will it bring me back to where it was halted? When we were feeling each other's lips? Or will it fast forward to the time where we are already married?
He blushed at his own thoughts.
