In Elaine’s Dream…

 

I don’t know if this is a dream but this felt good. Very good.

            He strode down the stone steps until he reached the bathtub, until his body touched the water.

            I smiled at him as we sat us both down in the golden tub, its edges glinting in every strike of moonbeam. I pushed him off to sink further beneath the surface, filling us with water up to our chest. Tyler picked up a bar of that rose and vanilla soap and handed it to me.

            “Clean yourself first, before we get dirty.” I could listen to his voice for an eternity. But it was his...