Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

Dreams

A wise man once said that the hardest part of dreaming was waking up. Coming back to a reality that seems harsh and cold compared to the wonderment of dreams. It is nearly heartbreaking to go from a land where everything is perfect- perhaps you're richer, handsomer, more powerful, or simply happier- to waking up to your life, whatever it entails. For a man to go through that each morning is enough to drive anyone to madness.

This is not the case with me.

I am not afraid to wake up because my dreams are better than reality, quite the opposite. Dreams cannot begin to bring the happiness I feel when I am awake. I fear waking because hidden in my hear is the fear that it was all a dream. That the life I'm living now is just a complicated dream sprung from a deep sleep.

That would be heart shattering.

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One of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen, I see daily. I see my wife's auburn hair fanned around her face, her curls twisted and wild. Her eyes the color of the sea shut with slumber, her face peaceful- nearly childlike.

I fear one day I shall wake and not see her, the marrying her was only a dream. That she is back in her world and I shall never wake next to her again. That all the memories of courting, our engagement, wedding, marriage- every second with her- my imagination, and I should rise and face each morning, day, and night without her. That thought frightens me more than any foe, any monster, or any nightmare.

Which is why I lay in the light of the early morning, refusing to open my eyes.

I breathe calmly, telling myself that it's all real. That my wife is by my side and our child is only a room away. Another stab of panic runs through my veins. If I had dreamt she had returned to stay, surely that would mean I dreamt our child. Our sweet angel… all a dream.

I turned from my side to my back, still refusing to open my eyes. There was no way I could face this day if my entire life had been a dream.

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I thought of the mornings where I would leave my wife asleep and silently go over to the next room. Analeisa would be cooing softly, or perhaps stirring gently in the early morning. She was a perfect copy of both of us, inheriting our best traits. She was only three months old, but already had a mop of hair on her head- the same auburn shade as her mother's. She had a milky caramel skin, a perfect blend of her parents. But her eyes were her most incredible feature. One was a hazel golden, almost green shade whilst the other was sky blue. They were giant, but her gaze was clear. I could already tell she had a strong head like her mother, and most likely had my stubbornness. She was perfect.

I sighed and brought a hand to cover my eyes, trying to block out the growing light. I couldn't stay asleep forever. But if it had truly all been a dream, I didn't know what I would do. Besides fall into a deep depression that is.

Please Aslan, give me a sign.

Just then I felt a shift in weight on the bed and felt a warm, petite body cover mine. A delicate hand drifted over my hand that was covering my eyes and slowly pried it away. I raised my eyebrow and peeked out from a barely open eye.

Lucy looked at me with a coy smile, her hair gather hastily over her left shoulder, cascading in waves down her back and over the mattress. I completely opened my eyes and propped myself up on elbows. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine, "Having trouble waking my king?" she asked softly, her soprano like voice ringing out in the early morning.

I gave a small groan of pure relief and flopped back down on the pillows. Lucy's brows furrowed, rather adorably, and her hand went to my bare chest. "What is it Caspian?" She asked concern lacing her voice.

"It's real," I whispered, "It's all real." I lifted my head back up and gazed into my wife's beautiful eyes. "I was beginning to think it was all a dream- you and Analeisa."

"Why would that be a dream?" Lucy asked softly with a small, sweet chuckle, running her fingers lazily up and down my arm. She planted small butterfly kisses on my chest, causing my heart rate to triple in tempo.

"Because you're to good to be true." I whispered huskily and I cupped her face, bringing her lips to meet mine.

She wrapped an arm around my neck while the other slid into my hair and gripped just behind my ear. My hands slid from her face, on grasping her hip while the other twisted through her wild curls.

This often happened in the early mornings, especially in the mornings where my fear of waking was clear. Lucy would comfort me, assuring she wouldn't leave and kiss to prove she was real. These kisses felt like air after being held under the water for to long, I needed them. And like a drowning man can't get enough air, I couldn't get enough of Lucy. I couldn't kiss her enough or hold her too close.

I slid my tongue along her bottom lip and she happily parted her lips, allowing me to deepen the kiss. And like a spark to firewood, the passion lit- the fire between us almost to hot to bare. She nipped at my lower lip, causing me to groan slightly. I pulled away and she let out a small whine that turned into a moan as I started kissing down her neck, biting lightly as I went. She groaned again and grabbed my face, forcing my lips back to hers. I sat up, causing her to now be straddling me. Her nightgown was now resting at the mid-thigh, exposing her creamy skin. I ran a hand up her leg, both of us realizing how easy it would be to-

EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Just that moment, Analeisa decided to wake up. Lucy and I broke apart, each now staring at the door that our daughter lay behind. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "Someday, I will teach her the irony of her timing as an infant." I shook my head amused. Lucy smiled and we both clambered out of bed. She took my hand and set off towards the door to Princess Analeisa's room.

Much better than any dream…