Dream Love
He chuckled and admitted that it was probably overkill, since New York didn’t harbor the big bad bears and other beasts to the extent Montana did, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
His explanation was enough to get me to relax and allow my body to heal through sleep. In truth, I wasn’t in a hurry to wake up. My dreams had changed quite a bit since the attack. They were still filled with Marc, but, instead of us always making love, there were outings, dinners, and long walks in the woods tossed into the mix. Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua.