Dreams Can Come True

46. What could have been a quiet morning

The morning sun gently slid through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Slowly, I opened my eyes, welcomed by the quiet sound of breathing next to me. There she lay, Elise, my love, still deep in slumber. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at her, her soft features bathed in the morning light.
With a tender gaze, I brushed a strand of hair from her face and felt a wave of affection wash over me. How blissful it was to have her so close to me, to feel her warmth and presence, to know that she was mine. My heart filled with love as I admired her, her calm breathing like a reassuring melody in my ears.
Slowly, I let my hand glide over her back, touching her soft skin with loving tenderness. Her back felt warm and supple under my touch, her body relaxed and peaceful as she remained in dreamland. My desire for her grew with each caress, each touch deeper than the last. I could feel the attraction between us, a magnetic force drawing us together like two souls meant for each other.
With a soft sigh, I slid closer to her, my hands gliding over her hips as I absorbed her warmth. Suddenly, I felt her gently wiggle her hips, an inviting motion that told me she wanted this too, that she longed for my touch as much as I did for hers.
I leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss on her neck, her skin feeling velvety soft under my lips. With a soft voice, I whispered a loving "good morning" in her ear, my breath warm against her skin. A tingling of excitement shot through me as she lifted one leg slightly, giving me a clear invitation.My heart pounded in my chest as I nestled closer to her, my hands firmly placed on her hips. Slowly but surely, I entered her, her warmth embracing me as we became one.

The door was abruptly thrown open, and both Elise and I froze in surprise as we saw Tom storm angrily into our bedroom. I quickly withdrew from Elise, who clutched the blanket tightly as she looked at Tom with a mixture of fear and confusion on her face. Tom's gaze was wild, his eyes blazing with fury as he shouted that someone had taken his beloved Gibson guitar. I heard his voice piercing through the room, his words filled with anger and frustration. "What's my guitar doing on the floor?" he bellowed, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and rage.
His tirade seemed to go on forever, and I felt my own frustration growing at the thought of him disrupting our intimate moments like this.
I could feel my own frustration starting to bubble. What Tom was doing now was really unacceptable. I jumped out of bed, momentarily forgetting my nudity in the moment of anger, and began shouting at Tom to leave our room immediately. I didn't care how I looked at this moment; Tom just had to leave. "Tom, goddamn it, get out! I'm coming, I'll get dressed first." I gave him a slight push towards the door, but it only seemed to make him angrier.
But Tom didn't seem to be planning to leave quickly. He kept on shouting about his guitar, his words like a flood of frustration that completely destroyed our peaceful morning. I felt my patience quickly disappearing as I begged him with strong words to leave.
With a sigh of irritation, I turned around and rushed to my wardrobe, my hands trembling with frustration as I tried to get dressed. The thought that Tom had violated our privacy made me boil inside. I couldn't help but shout at him one last time to wait outside, as I hurried to get dressed and leave this miserable situation behind me.

With my clothes on, I grabbed Tom by his arm and dragged him out of the bedroom, determined to put an end to his rude behavior. "You stay away from my stuff, Bill," he hissed as he looked at me threateningly, but I wasn't intimidated. "Tom, calm down," I tried to soothe, keeping my voice as calm as possible despite my boiling frustration. "I just borrowed your guitar for a moment, and Elise played a song for me last night. That's all." "Don't care, Bill," Tom snapped, his words dripping with anger. "You should have just asked instead of taking it without me knowing." I furrowed my eyebrows, confusion bubbling inside me. "What's your problem, Tom? Did you get rejected by a girl again?" I asked, my voice filled with frustration as I stared at him. He broke free from my grip and stormed towards the kitchen, and I followed him. "You're really insufferable!" Tom exclaimed, his voice filled with irritation as he turned to me. "Who's being dramatic here?" I shot back, not willing to just give in to his aggressive attitude.

Elise entered the kitchen and went straight to the cupboard. She grabbed a bowl and poured in some cornflakes, followed by a splash of milk. Her gaze flicked to us for a moment before she cleared her throat and opened the conversation. "Tom, I'm sorry," she began, sticking her spoon into the bowl and taking a bite. "I played a song on your guitar for Bill yesterday. A new song that I created with Bas. I had no idea Bill didn't discuss this with you." Tom's gaze was dark and gloomy as he replied. "It's not your fault, Elise," he hissed. "Bill should have asked instead of just taking it without me knowing." Elise turned her gaze to me, her eyes filled with expectation. I suddenly felt uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. "Well, Bill," she said finally, "instead of yelling at your brother like that, you better apologize." Her words took me by surprise; I hadn't expected her to take such a mature approach. But at the same time, it was also clear that she felt I needed to make things right with Tom.