Quick Set-Up: Sasuke comes into Sakura's room and closes the door behind him. He actually does it a more than once, which brings us to this point…

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[ Bed Time Stories: Can We Dream? ]

Maybe each time had been dream. He doesn't just come into my room like that. He doesn't sit on my bed, whisper my name or lean closer towards me. And he certainly doesn't do it multiple times for no apparent reason. No, none of that. Dreams don't come true like that. Or maybe it was the summer heat. It had been especially hot lately; I can't even bear to leave my window closed when it cooled down at night. Perhaps the heat made me delusional. Whatever the case, had it been a sweet dream or teasing disillusion, I didn't think it happened. Not at first, anyway.

When I think about our history and the way he distanced himself in the past, his actions seemed to have come out of the blue. But at the same time--God, help me--it felt right. It didn't feel right just because I have been fond of him for a long time, it was just intuition. It told me he was where he belonged.

In dreams--in my dreams—Sasuke has a place with me. Logically, I would say he belongs here because he is handsome, intelligent, and strong. I would say he belongs with me because I like him. But logic doesn't matter in dreams, nor does it matter that I like the guy. He belongs in this place because something else is moving us towards each other, something like inertia. It should happen, it is an immovable fact. So in my dreams, Sasuke coming to my room isn't shocking, in fact, it is quite natural.

As I would watch him in my dreams, Sasuke would sit at the corner of my bed. He would usually have his back turned towards me at first. Then after a while he would turn around, place his hand on my bed and lean towards me. There weren't very many words, or many actions. But he would sit there and look directly at me. He would do it in a way he has never done in the past, nor in a way any man has. I would be trapped under his gaze. The look in his eyes held me there and kept me with him. And it excited me. It was a thrill for him to have me there; it was even more exciting knowing he wanted it to be that way. It was so strange when he came to me. With the door closed and the two of us alone, the world seemed shut off if not non-existent to us. We were in a worldless world with no time and no threads of destiny and duty to run us apart. It was only apparent that I was dreaming about just him and me, there was nothing but us. We were exclusive beings, acting on just our existence together. Nothing could be more right, nothing but us was all we had.

However, these outlandish actions and feelings don't happen in real life. I should know that, but I had to make sure. One night, as my dream occurred again I woke myself up and spoke at the Sasuke sitting, once again, on the corner of my bed.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked, already convinced that the answer was yes.

Sasuke looked at me for a few moments before motioning in my direction, his hand reaching out. My eyes fluttered towards our contact. His hands were very rough, but his touch… His touch was very gentle. The exclusivity caught me again. He was holding my hand. Was that a dream? Did he really touch my hand? I would play the moment over and over in my mind. The motion of his sking touching mine. It doesn't seem like much, but, for me, it feels like everything. The weight of the world is in his hand. It felt like he gave it to me when he touched mine. Unfortunately, the contact itself was very brief. Moments later with a blade I left on my dresser, Sasuke slit a small cut onto the back of my hand.

"That stings…" I said quietly, watching a tiny thread of blood seep through.

As I looked at my own wound, I also saw Sasuke's fuzzy figure do the same to his own hand. While watching his blood seep, he spoke.

"Yes, it does sting…" he said wiping away my blood," Perhaps we are both dreaming."

Returning to his original spot at the corner, my dream resumed. Sasuke laid on his side in a sleeping position, as he has done before in previous dreams.

"Can we dream again?" he asked before drifting off.

I smiled at the question before giving my reply.

"Maybe this dream will never end…"

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The next morning I looked towards the edge of my bed. Sasuke wasn't there. He returned to his room before I woke up. I looked at the back of my hand, a scab was beginning to form.

"No…" I said in a whisper "I hope this dream will never end."

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Author's Note
I'd like to thank the reivewers who brought to my attention my lack of punctuation skills. Though I do admit to not being so mindful of my grammar and punctuation, I will say some of the mistakes were a result of bad formatting. Then I switched to using html documents so hopefully punctuation that was there won't disappear on me. Moving on. Author notes from me isn't really necessary, but I like to make them anyway. I want thank the readers and the reviewers for their support. Yay!