I mean who in the real world actually had satin sheets? I’d once had a satin pillowcase in my early teens because Seventeen magazine said it was a great way for curly-haired girls to fight off frizz. Grandmere had made one for me, and damned if my head didn’t slip off it almost every night. Satin sheets were the bedroom version of a Slip ’n Slide. Except in my dreams. And those usually also featured a naked man, so I wasn’t going to complain too much. “The sheets are a bit clichéd, don’t you think?” Holden wrapped his arms around me from behind and tugged me close. He nestled his cheek in my hair and whispered in my ear, “I’m sorry, whose dream is this again?” In reality this wasn’t a normal dream, and that was the only reason I was so hyperaware of it being part of my imagination. In other dreams it was hard to sort out what was what because everything felt so real. This, too, felt so real it was hard not to convince myself I was awake.
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