HE AWOKE SLOWLY, his head fuzzy and full of cobwebs, sleep holding onto him with her soft, billowy arms and refusing to let go. He had the strangest dream about the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had the largest, deepest gray eyes with lashes that curled up, nearly touching her eyebrows. She was small but muscular, and he could smell her long, brown hair that felt like spun silk in his fingers.
Her voice was like velvet when she said his name, which she kept saying over and over with love as he stroked her hair. They were connected, and he desperately fought the urge to wake up and open his eyes. He felt something pulling him away from her. As he kept reaching toward her she seemed to float farther and farther away, but he didn’t want her to go.
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