Every night like clockwork. I always drift off to sleep with an arm around a pillow thinking about mewbert, and sure enough the dream sequence kicks in.
It's always the same. Same beginning, middle and end. The same series of beautiful events I wish would never end.
I wake up to the soft touch of mewbert hands running down my face as i turn over and see mewbert glowing smile. A smile that makes it obvious she has been awake for some time, just waiting for me to rise. We would spend a few moments looking into eachotmewberts eyes, trying to muster up enough passion to get out of bed.
We would make our way down to the kitchen and assume our regular positions. Me at the table flipping through the ladder and mewbert in an apron whipping up some breakfast. She wonders over and rests mewbert chin on my shoulder between flipping the pancakes on the griddle.
After a hearty meal we would wonder outside and walk around the block, holding hands and listening to the birds in the distance.
We would make our way back to the house and she would start bugging me to go back to bed with mewbert, the walk obviously was enough for mewbert. I would give in and follow mewbert into the bedroom.
Then we would fuck like a couple chimps and it would be the most amazing afternoon ever.