It was just your ordinary Saturday night in spring. Leslie was lying in her bed, dreaming of her secret hunk. For the past two weeks, she has been having a dream that continues every night, a reoccurring dream I guess you would say. The dream to her was a clear as night and day. She couldn't distinguish between what was real and what wasn't. She dreamed about the 'dream' guy day and night. She didn't get it, that's all that it was.a dream.

She tossed and turned in her sleep smiling, walking through a forest. She could feel the breeze on her face and the twigs and grass under her bare feet. She could see the dim light of the sun rising. Her short red and black lingerie like nightgown was sticking to the front of her legs. She saw a handsome figure walking toward her. She could barely make out the little chest that was visible. The sexy look he had on his face as he approached her, gave Leslie a stranger feeling in her stomach. As if it was flopping over and over with every step the guy took.
He was three feet-two feet-only one foot in front of her. He put his hands around her waist, while she put hers behind his neck. The gap between them closed with every passing second, smiles on both of their faces-when-SLAM!! Something hit her in the head.