Dreams; they were as varied as the leaves on a tree and so were their meanings. But one thing was for sure, they were a reflection of desires that burned hot in one’s heart. That was what Martin believed. The deepest desires that one could not ignore or hide from when the mind was at rest and self-control took a backseat.
That was why it didn’t shock him that he was dreaming of her. The woman who was turning into a bane of his existence and a thorn in his paw he could not get rid of.
Martin was hanging on the edge of consciousness when sleep was almost fading away. That point in time when a person wondered if they were fully awake or experiencing the last strands of a dream.
One thing was for sure, if it was a dream, he definitely didn’t want to wake from it. It felt so real. He could f
