She wakes in my arms. Holding her is magical. We fit together like two parts of a puzzle. There is no more heavenly place to be than laid here, with Sarah, with the warm morning sunlight streaming through the crack in the bedroom curtains. Locked together with her like this. Even first thing in the morning she’s beautiful. She doesn’t need make up. She never wears it. She looks so much younger than her 41 years. She blinks drowsily. I gaze into her saphire blue eyes and run my fingers through her blonde hair as it shimmers in the morning sunlight. ‘Get off me you!’ She looks upset. ‘What?’ ‘You said you want to have sex with other women!’ ‘What the fuck?’ My heart is in my mouth. I’ve no idea what she is talking about. She’s clearly upset. She turns away from me. Still in my arms but now facing away from me. ‘You made me cry.’ ‘When was thi… Ah... you’ve had a dream.’ I literally sigh with relief. ‘I asked you if you wanted to have sex with other women and you said yes!’ ‘That’s just a bad dream honey. Even if I did want to have sex with other people. Which I don’t! I wouldn’t. Because I know that it would upset you. I love you. I’m totally committed to you. You own me. I belong to you. I like it that way. I love it.’ ‘Yes well… I haven’t forgiven you yet.’ ‘You can’t hold what I do in a dream against me. How about if I do that to you?’ She smiles, turns back to face me again, and kisses me saying. ‘I really don’t want to know what I do in your dreams.’