I fell back on to my pillow, now noticing that I'd sat up. "Babe?" I said.
"Yeah?" Ross asked, still groggy but not as much.
"I love you." I said and put a hand to his back.
"I love you too." He said and sat up, "Let's go get something to eat."
"No." I turned over and hid under the covers.
"Come on." I could hear the smile on his voice.
"Mm." I responding not moving.
"You want me to drag you?" He played.
"Don't you dare." I responded.
And with that, he reached under the blankets and pulled my feet. I hung off the bed half way with my chest, my pillow still under my head. I sighed, "I hate you."
"You're so bipolar."
"Hm." I said and grudgingly got dressed.
Should I tell him about it?
"Hey, Ross?" I asked.
"Yeah?" He said as he pulled on his shirt, completing his outfit.
"I had a dream that I don't think you'll like." I said nervously.
"Okay, go on then," he said and came a bit closer.
"Promise you won't get too mad?"
"Sure."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Well," I sat on the bed, "I had a dream that I was having tea at the table. And... You and Trott were playing a game on the tv.... And Smith was playing on his phone at the table, across from me." I paused.
"Okay?"
"And then Smith joked around with me like we always do..."
"Yeah."
"And then I pored out my tea cause it was cold and... And then Smith wrapped his arm about my stomach and kissed my neck and I told him I loved him."
"That's all?"
"Yeah. I sorry." I looked down on shame.
"Why? It was a dream. Now let's go eat."
"I love you baby." I smiled up at him and we walked into the kitchen.
