The dim clouds changed positions outside, bringing out a hint of the sun that stretched into the room straining past the transparent glass. The cars below sped along hastily, as if they were in a hurry to use the road the brightening sun was melting.
The glow of the sun broke between their close faces, making Anna wince at how starkly bright it was. Sullivan on the other hand, didn't seem to care even as the sun finally moved onto his face and beyond it.
Anna blinked severally. "Sullivan…" She called, hand still on his face and feeling how realistic this particular dream was.
"What do I do in your dreams?" His voice was a whisper, barely unrecognizable to himself. His earlier anger had begun to steam down from what she said and he listened, waiting like a man that would applaud a death he had been wishing for.
"You…touch me. You tell me lovely things." She paused, eyes drooly despite how much she blinked. "Dirty things that you would do to me."
