"What Dreams May Come"
Shivering, Scott rolled over, wrapping himself around his fiancée's warm body.
**What's wrong, Scott?**
He shook his head once, fiercely, then rested it in that familiar nook between her shoulder and chin. Breathing deeply, he concentrated on the slightly sweaty warmth of her skin, the floral smell of her favorite hand lotion.
"I dreamt you were dead," he said, realizing how ridiculous his reaction sounded.
As the body he held dissolved into mist in his arms, her voice spoke into his mind one more time.
**I am. But not for long.**
And she was gone in a flash of red-gold.
Shivering, Scott rolled over, wrapping himself around his fiancée's warm body.
**What's wrong, Scott?**
He shook his head once, fiercely, then rested it in that familiar nook between her shoulder and chin. Breathing deeply, he concentrated on the slightly sweaty warmth of her skin, the floral smell of her favorite hand lotion.
"I dreamt you were dead," he said, realizing how ridiculous his reaction sounded.
As the body he held dissolved into mist in his arms, her voice spoke into his mind one more time.
**I am. But not for long.**
And she was gone in a flash of red-gold.