The Dream

1,000 Days

You tossed and turned all night. And then at 4 a.m., it happened. The most vivid dream you'd ever had. It was of Amanda -- the object of attention by men, different men, different backgrounds, but all into her. She was dating, she was fucking, she was being courted, she was married, she was pregnant. It was tough to keep it all straight. A swirl of possibilities. You were in it too. But you were with her not as her boyfriend, not as her husband, not as the father of her children -- but almost in a supporting role. And perversely, you wanted it to happen. As the dream was ending, you could hear a loud, deep voice.

YOU HAVE 1,000 DAYS LEFT.

You woke with a start. Jesus. Talk about a bad way to start the day. Amanda was curled up against you, but your cock wasn't responding. You sighed, wrapping your arm around her. What if it was an omen, or a prophecy or whatever? You didn't want Amanda to be forlorn, just mourning you. Maybe she did need to date, to take pleasure. And you damn sure needed to make sure that she was going to be secured if the worst did come to pass. But how to raise it to her? Wouldn't she be offended?