Dreaming of Him

Isn’t this all a dream?

Aria
I don’t want to exist. At night I cling to the faceless man of my dreams, searching for an ounce of comfort that I don't get during the day. Our touches get heated night after night, until our desires unravel.

Faelon
She comes to me every night, clinging to me as if I’m the last piece protecting her as her world crumbles around her. With each caress and kiss my desire for her grows, I crave this woman who appears just as quickly as she disappears.