He is really romantic, isn't he?

The dim sunlight spread across my bed like golden glitter, its warmth seeping through the fluffy duvet. I glanced beside me, and my eyes fell on him—the man who felt like a dream, who always felt like home, and who constantly ran across my mind.

He was my dearest love, the beautiful trouble my heart would recognize even with its eyes closed.

Suddenly, my heart started to race. My gaze traced his striking features under the golden light. His long, dark lashes made my mind wander, and his silken, dark hair fell loosely over his forehead and across the pillow. His nose caught the light perfectly, and slowly, my eyes drifted to his full lips, parted slightly as he breathed. A small drop of black ink rested beautifully just beneath his bottom lip, standing out against his pale skin. His beauty made me freeze.

In an instant, his eyes fluttered open. I froze, blinking slowly, unsure of what to do. His gaze spoke a language that only my heart could understand.

He sat up slowly, the duvet slipping down to his lap. His chest was bare, revealing the strong, lean muscles of his shoulders. My eyes widened, and a sudden warmth rushed to my cheeks. Looking closer, I could see my own blushing reflection mirrored in his dark eyes.

He smiled, leaned closer, and whispered, "Why are you blushing, baby?"

My throat went dry at the sound of the word. Moving back slightly, I stammered, "What's wrong with you? And why the hell are you sleeping beside m—?"

Before I could finish, he leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against my forehead, lingering there. My hands gripped the bedsheet so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I didn't know how to push him away—or if I even wanted to.

As he pulled back, he cupped my cheeks. His thumb gently grazed my cheekbone, and I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. "I'm your husband, honey," he said, his voice warm and steady. "How can you forget?", I just looked into his eyes. The logic of my awake mind told me this was impossible, but looking at him, everything felt more familiar than anything else in the world. The panic in my chest gave way to a strange, overwhelming comfort. He moved closer, his hand gripping my waist. I could feel the warmth of his touch even through the smooth fabric of my robe.

"Do you remember me now?" he asked.

Without knowing why, I nodded slowly and smiled.

He sighed softly. "So now, I need my morning rewards darling."

Before I could process his words, he leaned in until his face was only inches from mine. His gaze locked onto my lips, then melted back into my eyes, completely dissolving my resistance. His fingers tangled in my curls as he whispered against my ear, "You look gorgeous this morning."

My stomach fluttered.

"Can I?" he murmured, his eyes lingering on my lips.

My mind was entirely confused, but my heart wasn't. I slowly smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He smiled against my skin. "Good girl. You're mine now."

As he tilted his head and closed the final distance between us, I shut my eyes.

Out of nowhere, a harsh alarm ringing shattered the silence.

I snapped my eyes open, staring at my plain white ceiling instead of my lovely husband. I sat up quickly and checked the clock. 8:00 a.m. sharp.

It had all been a foolish dream.

Yet, even now, I could still feel his warmth lingering against my skin. I wondered if he was out there somewhere, dreaming about me too. At least I had got to hold him in my sleep.

It felt like a poem... and next time, I definitely won't set an alarm.