He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“Oh, no. If it was bad, I’d’ve forgotten it completely.” Another shrug. “I just don’t put much effort into remembering my dreams. There was a bit about you holding me down, though.”
“Right. That’s usually how it works.” But some people don’t forget anything. “I don’t either. I don’t feel that I have to, unless it’s something that really freaks me out, or speaks to my soul.” He chuckles, and lifts his eyebrows. “…. what? I mean… that sounds like I did something bad.”
She closes her eyes, thinking about it, and shudders slightly. “Oh, no. It wasn’t bad. Definitely wasn’t bad.”