Nathanael's POV:
Surreal does not suffice to describe this feeling. To have my dream spill into reality and mingle with it so seamlessly the way it did.
Rooted in front of my mirror, my hand on my chest, I stand riveted by the spot Rosemary had rested her hand on. My fingers graze the area ever so softly as though the action will revive the sensation she'd given me.
Still, I must consider how uncanny it was. The Rosemary from my dream had everything of the real version of her. Her voice, her eyes, her scent… Everything on her body was really hers. Although she did carry herself differently in the dream, I have no trouble picturing the real Rosemary behaving similarly in that same context. She wouldn't be the type to shy away from something she really desires.
