Laying by herself, she starts to drift off, imagining what life might be like if she were more courageous. She can feel the gentle touch of a hand sliding around her middle, a head being laid next to her and brushing lips on the back of her neck. Each touch is sunshine and laughter and bliss.
But it's only in her head. He'd not be with her for quite a while longer, and it may not even ever happen, she tells herself.......she smiles to herself, hoping that it does. That day will be happily awaited.
