In the middle of the night, I occasionally awake to feel my husband’s hand reaching underneath my pajamas and caressing my body. He does this half asleep and sometimes does not even know he is massaging my breasts or butt. If he persists in touching my body, I roll toward him and we begin kissing. Small pecks quickly turn into deep, passionate, long kisses.
Without any words, he takes off my shirt. He sticks his foot in the elastic of my pants and drags them down and off my legs. Then he presses my naked body against his. In the hazy, dream-like world, we make love.
When we are satisfied, I roll away from him. His arm under my body, wrapping me tightly. I lie on his biceps, my pillow. I cuddle his arm and return to sleep.
No words are ever spoken, but it is the most intimate sensation…our dreaming of one another to awake and fulfill each other’s desires, then to return to our slumber knowing that it is more than just a dream.