As Emma slept silently she drifted off into dreamland. Shalimar had fallen asleep beside her, having been lulled by the sounds of Emma's heart beat. Emma slept unbeknownst to her that she had, during her dreaming, created a psionic link with a sleeping Shalimar.
In her dreamscape, Emma slowly walked along the riverbank on a warm sunny day. She felt the grass beneath her bare feet and heard the sweet songs of the nearby birds as they sang to her. She looked up from the water to see Shalimar, sitting on the edge of the grass, with her feet in the water smiling over at her. Emma immediately knew that what she was seeing wasn't merely part of her dream. She knew that her subconscious hadn't created Shalimar to appear there.
"Shalimar," Emma said as she walked over to the feral, "what are you doing here?"
"I don't know, it's your dream," the feral replied as she grinned back at the psionic. "I guess you're dreaming about me." She smiled as she liked the way that sounded.
"I guess," Emma began. "I didn't mean to pull you in here," Emma offered an apology as she sat down beside the feral.
"It's ok, I don't mind." Shalimar smiled back at Emma. Emma noticed how real her surroundings were. She saw how the sunlight made Shalimar's hair look perfect as the reflections cast a beautiful glow. But it occurred to her the only thing real there, was Shalimar. She tried to create her perfect dream world and realized she couldn't do so without her perfect girl, Shalimar. Shalimar was what made her world what it was. She was what made her world whole and held her together. Shalimar was her base, her foundation. The deeper she looked into herself, the more of Shalimar she found. She wanted to invite her in, to occupy all the space she was waiting to bestow upon the feral.
"Come," Shalimar gestured as she stood to her feet, "I've got a surprise for you." Shalimar held out her hand and Emma took it and let herself be gently pulled to her feet by the feral. Shalimar held her hand as she led her over into the nearby, open field. Emma saw ahead of them a blanket and a beautiful wicker basket before her. They made their way over to sit beside each other on the blanket under the willow tree.
"How did you make this?" Emma asked as she tried to comprehend what was going on. "This is my dream."
"Because you wish it," Shalimar began, "And I only want to give you what you wish." Emma smiled as Shalimar handed her a glass of cider.
"You are." Emma smiled as Shalimar extended her arms so that the two might intertwine them. They each brought their glasses up to drink as their arms wrapped around each others. Emma lowered her glass and looked into Shalimar's eyes.
"You're what I want."
Shalimar smiled and set her glass down on the blanket beside them.
"Then I'm what you shall have." Shalimar leaned herself forward and was pleased to see Emma offered no protest. Her inviting smile told Shalimar to proceed and she embraced Emma's lips with her own in a kiss that seemed all too real and beautiful to be any kind of a dream, yet so perfect how could it have been anything else.