Night Thoughts

"Of me?" he teased.

She nodded.

"Really?" - in pleased surprise. "And I was dreaming of you! We should tell each other what we dreamed."

"I would like something a little different from that," she breathed, advancing a step toward him.

"What?" he asked, moving out into the hall.

Somehow, their groping hands met and clung; he drew her soft yielding body into a tight embrace.

"I want to share my dream with you! Then compare," she whispered eagerly, drawing him onward.

"That would be wonderful. But a moment - to prevent a nightmare."

And while she waited in the hall, he opened his suitcase, removed a foil envelope that he never unpacked.

"It may be that her dreams match mine," he said to himself.

Then grasping his hand firmly - that hand that in her dream had caressed her so intimately - she drew him through the doorway of her room, and silently closed the door.