6. The space between Dream and Reality

Where do dreams end and reality begin? Is it just a dead drop off, or is there some kind of part between the two? Like two mountains had a valley, and a trench separates the two sides of an ocean. And even if there was a part, was it big, or small? What happens there? I'm sure there is a space, the trouble is...well, finding it.

Ren, as usual, walked through the door to smell whatever she was cooking for him, no matter how far away the kitchen was from the front door of the new house they lived in.
(That was pretty far considering the kitchen was all the way across the house.)

He let is long legs gracefully carry him around the dining room table to the archway that separated the dining room from the large kitchen. He searched around the room until his eyes were on the girl in the frilly pink apron with her long dark hair pulled up into a messy bun leaning over a skillet full of who-knows-how-many types of vegetables. He swept across the granite tile and before she had a chance to register the footsteps she was encased in a pair of warm arms and weight was placed gently on her left shoulder. "You look beautiful today, Kyoko. Even in this ridiculous pink apron."

Kyoko set down the spatula she was currently using and shifted her body until she was looking into the rich brown eyes of her husband. "Thank you love, you tell me everyday. And what about my apron?" She smiled, pecked him softly on the lips, and returned to her stir fry.

"Nothing love. You smell nice. I'll be back in a moment." Ren unwrapped Kyoko and walked up the stairs and to the master suite across the hall from one of the three other bedrooms on the top floor.

After taking a short shower, he returned to the lower level just in time for the food to be set on the table.

They took turns talking about there day. Ren with his newest drama, (There were just so many, Kyoko couldn't keep up.) and Kyoko with the 'Bo' job, and the guest.
Dinner was over before they new it, and they were both on the couch, Kyoko layed across Rens lap while he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair. Kyoko turned her head until she was looking into his eyes. Then, without warning, she sat up and pulled him into a kiss, her heartbeat rising rapidly.

He had no clue what brought it on, but at first it was just a passionate kiss, and then ten minutes later, she was laying on the couch and he hovered above. Kyoko's hands ran through his hair, as did he with hers. Next thing you know they were in the bedroom and the phone was off the hook, but strangely, no one was on the phone.

(I don't really want to make this a M rated fic, as I am so not that good at that kind of thing, so you can just imagine where it goes from here ;)

The sun shone through the softly tinted windows of the large house. Kyoko's eyes opened slowly and she smiled to herself before turning on her side and snuggling up to her husband, and falling back asleep

To answer my questions before: Yes, there is a space between your dreams and the reality we live in. How big? Well I guess that depends on the person. But, as for a name, I call it heaven.

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I dont like this one at all. I just needed one to kinda start up the collections of umm...one-shots. Idk. as stated in previous authour's note, this is number one of the continuation, so the next one will take place the morning after. so, yea. this one-not so much on the good scale, next one- maybe