A warm breeze blew gently across my arm as I allowed the cover to fall from my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I asked him. “Yes,” he grinned even more. “Why are you smiling?” I frowned. “I had an amazing dream about us.” I smiled slightly, “Tell me.” “You’ll think its corny.” He said lying on his back, I moved into his naked body and draped my leg over his hips, “We were so happy, walking hand in hand through this meadow I know back in England, the wild flowers were swaying and birds were singing, it was, well, it was just amazing.” “That’s it? I thought you were going to tell me we made love under the sunshine surrounded by forget-me-nots and daisies, poppies and corn flowers.”