He led me to a shadowed place. His spontaneous acts were becoming more frequent and they became more incredible every time. His hands left my eyes and I looked around. We were under the stands, but there was a small blanket. On the blanket a bouquet of red roses laid next to a box of chocolates and a small box, wrapped in deep purple paper. I turned to him with a smile plastered to my face. He smiled and led me to the set, sitting down. I sat down next to him, kissing him full on the lips in gratitude.

I awoke with a start. A dream. That was all it was. I sighed with relief and smuggled closer to Fred. His arms tightened and he kissed the top of my head. I kissed his chest and opened my eyes. The skin. It was a lot paler than Fred’s. I screamed. It wasn’t a dream!