Prologue
It's just a dream. I know it is. It just feels so real. I feel his fingers on the side of my neck. I open my eyes only to see that his face is clouded by darkness. His fingers move slowly from the side of my neck, moving to the front of my chest. His touch is so soft and so caring, moving ever so closely to my crotch. As soon as he gets there he starts to pull down my pants but as soon as he does, he disappears. Gone. At least until the next night. I think to myself " I wish I was married so that this dream can stop". I'm only 19 years old but I can't help but think about marriage. I fall into a deep sleep. Waiting for morning to start my routine all over again.