It was the first night of March when the dreams began.
Like any other night, I slipped into bed early, not having to wait a minute for Edward to come knocking on my window.
Like any other night, we chatted a bit; playful kisses and loving smiles abounded.
Like any other night, I dozed in his arms his chilly marble chest my headrest.
Like any other night, he sang me to sleep—my lullaby, naturally.
Unlike any other night, however, my dreams were a reality and just a bit nightmarish.