Dreams imitate life. Life inspires dreams.

I'm laying somewhere with someone. Is it a bed, or couch, or floor? I'm not sure. It's not KC. I'm drifting in and out of sleep. He kisses my cheek. It's wonderfully comforting. Our legs brush together and he says "When you do that, a fire goes all through me." KC lies down on the other side of me. I snuggle into him. A few minutes later, they both get up and talk in the living room. All I hear is KC say "You didn't think I was just going to let you kiss my girlfriend and get away with it."

Then, I wake up and realize KC is getting ready for work. Sleepily, I ask him "Did you kiss me on the cheek when you got up?" He did. He asked why I ask. "Oh, I dreamt about being kissed on the cheek."