Warm lips brushed her cheek. A hand caressed her face. Warmth lapped at her skin. A whisper danced over her ear. “Come to me, beloved.”
Kate sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for the air stolen by the unfamiliar touch. Her heart pounded. “That is the third strange dream this week.” Kate’s words fluttered across her empty bedroom. The familiar surroundings calmed her.
Everyone has moments of loneliness, but there is greater depth to those of us who feel we are never seen. But in that you are strong.