She Talks to Him Telepathically in Her Dreams.
She doesn’t know how. It just happens.
She listens too.
He tells her all the things.
“I’ll write a story about you on my blog, or a novel. It will be a mystery romance.” she gently threatens.
“Better than a murder mystery I suppose,” he replies.
“Have you ever had relations with a spirit?” she wonders, “I think that is what is happening here.”
She talks to him telepathically in her dreams. She doesn’t know how, it just happens. She listens, too.
It sounds crazy, and she vows to go to her grave with this rather than talk to someone about a deep connection she is feeling with a being who is not in front of her. But around her. In her.
Perhaps she met a person in another life? He was strong and masculine but sensitive, not of this world, even though wrapped in skin and bones and muscles.
Their connection stemmed from another place.
They lay in bed, dreaming of a future, where they could still feel this way. She had a sensation when they were together, building love and picking up where they left off.
“I want to pour this feeling into Coke bottles, to preserve for later. I’d save this…
