When I Dream

I guess when you fall asleep thinking of something it has a tendency to bleed over into your dreams. Last night was one of those dreams. It seemed so real, so vivid. In my dream I was curvy- not fat - that should have been the first clue that I was asleep. In my dream he was at me and I could see the rage flash in his steel grey eyes - but I could also see the little glint of mischief there too and I was not afraid. Playing along with his game I turned to run and his hand caught in my thick dark hair. His free hand took my wrist and I was thrown unceremoniously to the floor. I struggle beneath him as he pinned my hands above by head. I had no real intention of trying to escape, we both knew that would be pointless, but my show of defiance made him laugh. Smiling he leaned down to kiss my mouth. That smile could strike ice cold fear in my heart at times, it was a cruel smile, but today it stirred the butterflies in my stomach. He paused, changed his mind about the kiss and bit down on my bottom lip. He hissed in my ear sending an electric shock pulsing down my spine.

"I love it when you try to fight back little one - as if you could ever win!"