The mist shrouded him though the feelings cut through easily enough even if the sight could not bring forth the image.
His chest heaved hard against a warm though strong and ghost like chest that appeared out of the mist.
His blue eyes grew foggier at just the touch of almost soft, chapped lips against his own.
The dream like quality mesmerized Alfred as he tried to catch the sight of the man in front of him though the fog hid his eyes with only faded red to see beyond the fog whether they were just a trick of the eye merged with thick fog or whether they revealed the color beyond the fog, Al did not know.
His breath caught as his back hit a wall that he did not recall seeing there before as lips eagerly introduced him to the pace.
He gasped as the kissing went on before his eyelids pulled away to see the white of his ceiling above him.
No matter how often Alfred had these dreams, he never could tell who the man was that always kissed him through the fog.
His sigh was of disappointment and longing.