This thought only lasted for a moment, however, because she knew when she just had a wet dream versus actually doing it.
For one, having a wet dream wouldn't have healed her infliction.
She looked around the dim room, narrowing her eyes, trying to find out if there was anyone.
"Anyone there?"
No answer, nor was there a breath.
She couldn't help but recall the vague memory of when she woke up for an instant. Was it not her imagination, she wondered?
"Jacob?" She asked, but her voice had a lilt of anticipation.
After a long pause of silence, she could hear a small movement in the corner of the room.
Nothing came out though and she frowned, repeating. "Jacob?"
After a pause, a figure eventually emerged from the darkness.
To be honest, even if she called out his name, she really didn't know what to expect.
But when the figure emerged, her heart missed a beat.
It really was him. It was Jacob!
