Shakespeare is so lucky I love him!
I’m not really sure exactly what it was. I was lying in bed asleep like most normal people at 7 AM, minding my own damned business and dreaming of something very sensual involving Kate. I could feel her breath on my face as she kissed me, her hand between my thighs, I was panting heavily, the works. It was a wonderful dream.
For whatever reason, my eyes opened. I let out quite the little scream followed by a long string of very unladylike words that mostly involved four letters.
There aren’t many worse ways to wake up than opening your eyes to find a golden retriever nose about two centimeters away from your own. He wasn’t licking my face or anything, just staring at me watching me sleep, I guess.
I feel kinda bad because I think I scared him as much as he scared me. As it turns out, the breath I was feeling on my face was his, the hand between my thighs was mine, and Kate was nowhere to be found.