Sweet dreams?

-Why don't you go to sleep?
-Do you promise me it will be okay in the morning?- when I whispered the words they sounded foreign, distant. How could that be my voice...
-I can't promise you that, my dearest. But I do promise you, you will have yourself.
-And where would you be?- tremble, fear, uncertainty.
-You know better than to wish me around!-his voice was patronising, yet soothing. Like a cure to all my inner turbulence, the low pitch of his voice resonated perfectly with my need of calmness. It eradicated all my fears but for how long?
-We won't ever find a way to be together, will we...
-Well, not if you keep asking silly questions. I sometimes wonder if that mouth of yours will ever get tired of speaking.
-Don't wait for it.
The silence struck me. I could barely even hear us breathing even though I held him so close. However, it was somehow beautiful, that I could hear his skin pull up his cheekbones as he smiled. He kissed my forehead and I slid my hands across his chisseled features.
I didn't believe in my own happiness, now how messed up does that sound. I once got the prize for most absent minded at my office. I can't stop wondering what kind of idiots give those sort of prizes at a publishing houses office...
-Why aren't you still asleep?- he almost raised his voice.
-How in sanities name could you have possibly knew that.
-You always do that nostril blowing thingy when you think about your job.- I sometimes get scared he knows me that well but most of the time it calms me down.
-I know what will happen when I fall to sleep.
-You cannot fight the inevitable Merry Beth!

I opened my eyes. The night lamp was still on and I switched it off. Darkness. I rolled over and tugged my hands under the pillow. Why that dream again? And why the hell did that man call me Merry Beth. That is not my name!...