by K.L. Bauman
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Becca was completely absorbed in a vivid dream—the kind that happens during the first gray light of morning before the sun peeks over the horizon. She dreamed of her love, his messy hair shining as brilliantly as his mischievous smile. Mysterious eyes looked into hers. They laughed as they danced to the sweet spell of an intoxicating song that swirled in the air around them, drawing them closer together.
The man’s face sobered, and he looked at Becca with an intensity that made her heart forget its purpose. He touched her heated face with fingertips as cool and soft as a spring breeze. She remained still, mesmerized as he traced her cheek, her jaw line, and then trailed his fingers to her lips. He lightly traced her mouth, his feathery touch tickling her. She smiled and sighed, but then the feeling vanished.
A sudden deep sadness enveloped her as the man leaned close to her ear. She closed her eyes as his caressing voice whispered…
Becca jolted awake, and for the very brief moment before she lurched to a sitting position, thought she saw the man’s face leaning close to hers. Cool air washed over her as she cocked her head to the side and held her breath, listening. She thought she’d actually heard someone speak her name.
A breeze whispered softly through her open window, and she jerked her head. After staring at her screen for a minute, she released her breath and plopped back to her pillow. “Dream whispers,” she mumbled as she closed her eyes.
The enchanting music and the face of the man from her dream quickly dissolved from her memory as she drifted to sleep.