Dream On

by Sheila Crosby

My wife was grinning in her sleep, so I tickled her awake.

She said, "I wish you hadn't woken me. That was a lovely dream."

I kissed her. "Wouldn't you rather do it for real?"

"Not really. We haven't got a swimming pool. I'd scandalize the neighbours. You'd divorce me. And where would we find a rugby team at 7am?"

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