Dreams were nothing unusual. Nancy had a good number of nightmares, and really wrote off most dreams she had. But something was different about the most recent ones she'd been having. They seemed to linger even longer when she woke up, leaving her feeling a little hazy, thinking back through the dream multiple times over coffee.

Soon enough, she started to notice patterns. There were three particular people that kept coming back in her dreams.

Sometimes, she'd dream about the man that slept beside her, his strong arms wrapped around her, how perfectly she fit against him.

Sometimes, she'd dream about a man that used to sleep beside her, the weight of his dog at the foot of the bed, her head against his chest.

And sometimes, she'd dream about a man she used to sleep with, in fine silk sheets that housekeeping would wash as they went from room to room, champagne from room service sitting on ice.

It was easy to see why she dreamt of the first two. It was the third that had her concerned. But it was a dream, she told herself every morning. A weird, vivid dream, just as the others had been. But it was a dream. So it couldn't possibly mean anything.

Could it?


[lmk if you want Nancy to show up in your dreams!]