I woke up from my terrible dream. Frida was kissing my cheek.
Morning sweetheart.
Did we have a fight last night?
No sweetheart.
I dreamt it.
I don't like it when we fight with each other.
Frida kissed my lips with that gentle touch.
We will always make up.
You've been having a lot of crazy dreams lately.
Is there anything you need to tell me?
Frida no.
Agnetha if you have another bad dream cuddle me up.
