He was so warm. It’s almost as if I could still feel his body against mine. The way his fingertips caressed my skin. Feeling his breath upon my neck in between light kisses. It’s a shame it was only a dream...

Looking at my husband grumpily walk around the kitchen makes me wish I hadn’t woken up at all. Facing the consequences of this dream will be more than I could anticipate- not only will I have to figure out what to do with my husband, but now legal action will be taken at work. As a soldier, adultery is not only frowned upon, but also punishable. Other awkwardness will come from my coworkers as well. And seeing Michael... Well, I don’t know how he’s going to react to seeing us in my dream- I wonder if he thinks of me in the same way?

No, no. That’s ridiculous. His bright smile and caring eyes wouldn’t want me. I’ve already become a laughing stock of the motor pool anyways, what kind of clown would be deserving of him? If only we could stay in that dream forever.

A loud crash in the kitchen pulls me away from my endless thinking. It’s Matt. He’s gone and dropped a glass plate on the floor while doing the dishes. I offer to help clean it up but he snarled at me as if he were a rabid dog waiting to bite. The thin ice this marriage was skating on might have finally cracked and sucked the innocent skater into its chilled gallows.

*ring*

A text. It’s work. Just making sure I’m ready for this article coming my way. There goes my career...