I've been having the most awful migraine and hot flashes for the last four days, thank you menopause. 🙄
After three Advil and my puppy snuggling in, I went to bed early but couldn't fall asleep so I started to sequence how I want 4EVER to continue in the next few chapters as well as Red String of Fate. That story's description might be retooled before it starts as some ideas came to mind.
Anyhow, this morning right before I woke for the day, I dreamt of Prince. 😳 That's definitely not something I have done in the past.
Picture this...
It was evening, just before the stars start to pop. The setting was a beautiful garden with perfectly manicured shrubbery, tall topiarys, a statue of Aphrodite within a fountain that was surrounded by lavender.
Perfectly coifed hair from the Musicology era, he was casual with a slate blue, untucked, collar flipped silk blouse and dark grey trousers. Silk covered buttons were unbuttoned to his mid chest with the glint of a small, gold cross dangling from a thin chain tucked sweetly within his chest hair.
Side by side we sat on a piano bench while he played music similar to the beginning of Into The Light until he wasn't.
Pensive uncertain stares were exchanged until his soft and smooth hand cupped my face drawing me closer until his lips found mine and our kiss grew into a rhythm.
"Hmm." A slight groan slipped from his throat as our right and left thighs touched.
Static from the previous connection, we both slightly drew back still hazily sucked into the previous moment's kiss.
Dreamily he whispered on my lips, "I love how you write about me."
Boom I woke up.😳😱🥰
