Dream On

She sips her wine leisurely while she lay on his lap; she looks up to his face and feels content.

He bends to kiss her forehead and she laughs. “Why do you laugh, it was a spontaneous romantic gesture.” He smiles down at her.

“You had this strained look, you’ve grown lazy mister.” She caresses his hand while talking.

“Who’s lazy? Is it me, carrying a head that must weigh a ton in a herculean feat, or you just lying there?” He laughs and pushes her away.

“Hey, you just messed up with my hair do; I must have spent at least five minutes to do it.” She pushes him pretending to be upset.

“Sorry your majesty, here, let me correct my fowl dead.” He reaches to her head to ruffle her hair more.

“You have signed your own death warrant, I declare pillow war.” She jumps to hide behind one of the chairs grabbing a pillow from it and throwing it at him.

They charge each other with pillows for a few seconds, then he tackles her to let crash on the sofa and bear hugs her, then he steals a kiss.

“Not fair, you are three times my size! I should be the one stealing kisses.” She squirms between his arms.

“Ok, fair enough, but don’t you think it is time to go check on your roast beef, I think I smell deliciousness wafting from the kitchen.” He releases her while talking.

“Gods, you are right, I will jump to kitchen to check on my gourmet meal. Be right back.” She harries to the kitchen.

She opens the door of the oven to check on her work. The roast looks and smells perfect.

She pulls it from the oven to the kitchen counter, takes two plates and calls for him.

“Lazy boy, come to earn your meal, help me to carry these plates to the dining table.”

He comes running; she admires his body and how lithe it is, and his features which remind her of a famous soap opera actor. But most of all, she loves his casual tenderness.

They both carry the roast, a bowel of fresh salad, two plates and eating utensils and settle at the dining table.

She has some nagging sensation at back of her mind, but she can’t just locate its source or fathom what it is.

“My love would you like to watch a movie after dinner?” he asks her while reaching out to caress her cheek.

“Sure, you have anything in mind?” she swallows hard, now the nagging is more urgent.

“A classic, Sleepless in Seattle.” He talks between mouthfuls.

“This is my all-time favorite, how did you know?” she giggles.

The nagging sensation increases, it is almost as if an alarm clock is vibrating in her head.

“I only aim to please you my love.” He smiles.

The doorbell rings.

“Who could this be at this hour?” she asks.

“I don’t know and I don’t care, just ignore it” he kisses her.

The doorbell rings again.

She stands up and reaches the door. The door was opened and they looked out. She was very surprised. He looked very worried. They went quickly to find out more. She slowly picked up the object and it all finally made sense. It was a small screen with the logo of DReamON and a message flashing "Test run ended".

She removes the headset.

“So, how was your test drive of DReamON ultimate virtual reality simulation?” the sales man asks her.

“Sorry, it was not what I expected.” She answers sadly and leaves.