That night was the first night my life turned into confusion.

Lying in Jacob's arms was easy, and peaceful. I wasn't sure where him and I stood at the moment, but I was content where we were. I liked him, yeah. And I liked being with him, and I could tell his feelings were mutual. We were both flirting with each other. But I was still a little unsure. I would just worry about it in the morning. Soon I had drifted off to sleep.

My eyes snapped open at the sound of my alarm clock. Just I reached over to shut it off, a pale hand beat me to it, quieting the noise.

I looked over, and there at the corner of my bed, was this beautiful man. He had bronze hair, with the face of an angel. In the dream, I had been relived and climbed out from my covers and went to sit in his lap. He kissed my head and said, "Good morning, Bella," with such fluency and articulation.

I smiled up and him in awe, wondering how this creature possibly belonged to me. "What are we doing today, Edward?"

He cast a quick glance out the window. "Well, I was hoping Alice would be wrong and it would be sunny. But you know, Alice is never wrong about the weather." He chuckled. "I guess we could go hang out at my house today."

I noticed it was snowing lightly outside when I looked. I quickly grabbed some clothes from my closet, and went to the bathroom to shower and such. Everything happened so fast, and it seemed like in seconds I was back in the room with him, fully showered and dressed.

I left a note for Charlie on the table, saying I was at Edward's house today. Then Edward and I left quietly out the front door. There was no silver Volvo outside, so that meant we would be running. I zipped up my jacket, so the wind would freeze me, and climbed clumsily on his back.

And we were flying. The snow was seemed to be firing at my face, striking me on every inch. And everything was rushing past me in a blur. It was hard to believe I used to fear this. Now I wished I would soon do it myself. We slowed as we reached the woods around his house.

"I thought you'd want a quiet walk in the snow, before we get home."

I smiled, as he took my gloved hand. Through the glove his hand chilled mine, but I didn't care. We walked and talked easily, and soon came across a frozen pond. He smiled at me, briefly, then stopped. He turned me to face him, and he looked like he was thinking. Then he smiled a little, and peeled off my gloves. Before I could protest, or ask what he was doing, he put a finger to my lips. He put my gloves on his hands, which was funny, cause my hands are considerably smaller than his.

He framed my face with his now gloved hands. "My hands would have made you even colder," he whispered. Then he lowered his mouth to mine, and sweetly kissed me. It was intoxicating, and I pressed myself closer to him, so I could take more. One of his hands was locked around my waist while the other was twining itself in my hair. As I tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, smiling and chuckling under his breath.

I pouted a little, and he kissed me lightly on the mouth once more, then took my hand, his still in my gloves, and pulled toward his house. Just as the big white house came into our view, the image snapped off, and I could feel myself being shaken.

"Bella." Jacob whispered shaking me so I would wake up.

I groaned. I wanted the dream to come back. It was so…wonderful. And I didn't even know that person. I wanted to hold onto him. I wanted to go back to sleep. But the whispering and shaking didn't stop. So, grudgingly, I opened my eyes and found Jake hovering above me.

"Mm, what, Jacob?" I mumbled.

He chuckled a little and said, "You need to get back to your bed before our parents get up."

Then reality came flooding back to me, reminding where I was.

"Oh, right." I sat up quickly, and climbed out of his bed, and rushed to the door to leave, but before I could leave, Jacob grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. He smiled, and pulled me in to kiss him. He was warm and inviting. But not as exhilarating as the dream-person, Edward.

I went back into the living room, and quietly stepped over Embry and Quil, who were sprawled about all over the floor. I slipped into the covers made on the couch, and thought.

It seemed, in the dream, as if I knew that Edward. But surely I had never meet or seen him in my real life. If I saw a living-god like that in real form, I was sure I'd remember. Everything that had happened in the dream seemed so real. And…familiar. But I'd had never been any of the place we were in my dream, except my house, in the beginning.

And the flying? Wait, no. We weren't flying; we were…running. Well, he was running, I was on his back. But…no human could run that fast. Who was Edward? What was he?

I tried remembering every detail and analyzing it, from the beginning. And none of it made sense: the Alice reference (who she even was), the flying-running. And I remembered now, the ice-cold feel of his skin; he took my gloves off.

And so many things of that dream were too wonderful to be real, but they felt so. The way my heart swelled when I looked at him, the longing I had, and especially the way his kiss basically drugged me temporarily, the walk in the snow-covered forest, and his love for me. That last part, stunned me most of all. He was so beautiful, and I was so plain. How could he love me like that? I would have just passed it off as "it was a dream", but it felt so real and familiar.

I loved this man I didn't know, because of the feelings I had felt in my dream. But he wasn't real, so I deemed it an infatuation.

But I still wanted to dream of Edward again. And soon.