Laura could smell food. She wasn't sure what it was yet, but it was most definitely food cooking. "That's funny," she thought to herself "I don't usually dream about food." It was becoming clearer now, French toast, "I love French toast." She thought "and eggs. But wait, if I'm dreaming why can't I see them, or taste them, something isn't right." She heard a quiet clatter, almost like silverware hitting a plate. "Something's going on here, but I'm too sleepy to figure it out." Laura heard quiet footsteps, almost as if someone were walking up the stairs to her bedroom. But no one could be, she had locked the door before going to bed last night and double checked it an hour later, just like any other night. "That is unless, no he wouldn't, would he?" During her musings Laura had missed the bed dropping a little under some added weight and someone pushing her hair aside, out of her face. "Maybe he did." She concluded "Either that or this is one friendly burglar." She felt a kiss applied to her forehead and a voice from the outside world:
"Wake up sleepyhead," it said "I have a surprise for you."
Laura rolled off her stomach to her left and cracked open one eye to determine who the intruder was. "I guess he did break in" she mused to herself, for there, sitting on her bed, leaning over her was the man she knew as Remington Steele.