Free Weaver of Dreams by Brenda Sparks Page B

dream. When she awoke, she would assume everything here had been a figment of her imagination. Here he could be completely honest, knowing if she remembered any of this upon waking, she would dismiss it as fantasy.
    “I did. It is an exact replica of my world.”
    “Your world?” She stopped and looked up at him in curiosity. “Are you an alien?”
    “In a way I suppose, in that I am a person from another place and very different people.”
    “We definitely aren’t on earth.”
    “True,” he replied cryptically, judging her acceptance of what he told her. She seemed open to his explanations, but too much information might push her rational mind to take her from the dream.
    He didn’t want her to leave, selfishly wanted a little more time with her. He still didn’t know enough about her. Zane reluctantly admitted he might never know enough about her, at least not to satisfy his curiosity.
    “So where are we?”
    He saw no harm in telling her. It’s not like he’d reveal anything about his people, just the name of his dimension. “The Dream Weaver dimension.” He studied her while she processed the information. Her reddish brows furrowed over her intriguing eyes.
    “What’s that?” Maggie asked and began their forward momentum again.
    “A place of great beauty.”
    “Obviously.” Her head turned from side-to-side, her gaze taking in the beauty around them. “I’ve never seen a place so beautiful. It’s like a painting.”
    Zane nodded. “I especially enjoy the waterfalls.”
    He instantly made a waterfall appear to the right of them. Colors in the water swirled, orange and yellow butted up to shades of red. Blues faded into purples. The colors ran in orderly lines over the falls to crash down into a kaleidoscope of hues below. A large smile took Maggie’s face, her joy reaching her eyes, as she watched the colors swirl at the base of the falls.
    “This place is remarkable,” she said, before running toward the water with her arms outstretched.
    Zane jogged behind her. Quickly catching up, he scooped her off her feet by wrapping an arm around her waist. He easily held her slight weight against his frame. The feel of her backside pressing against his front sent a fresh rush of lust through him.
    He forced the desire aside, wanting no distraction from the wonder of sharing this moment with her.
    Her arms folded over his as Maggie laid her head back on his shoulder and went still. “I don’t believe my eyes. Zane, did you do this?”
    He allowed her feet to touch the ground, relishing the feel of her body as it slid down his, and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. “I confess I may have had a hand in it.”
    “For a figment of my imagination, you are full of surprises.”
    “You have no idea, sweetheart.”
    Maggie turned in his arms. “Nice work, Blue Eyes.”
    Zane arched one questioning brow. “Blue Eyes?”
    Her hand reached up to cup his cheek. “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”
    “Thank you.”
    His heart expanded in his chest as he took her hand in his, and led her by the water’s edge. He sat, tugging her down beside him. After rolling his jeans up to his knees, he dipped his feet in the cool water.
    The calm water lapped at his legs, while Maggie followed his lead. She hiked up her dress, giving Zane a nice view of her thighs, and dipped her feet in the water. She giggled when the water tickled her legs.
    The sound played over him like a tender caress. He wanted to hear that laugh often, knew he would never tire of the joyous sound.
    Her happiness fed his corporeal body back in the real world. It produced a warmth that flowed over him, manifesting in a sensation similar to sinking into a hot bath here in the dream.
    Suddenly something moved around his legs, circled them. It felt rough, scaly, and just little slimy. He looked down to see several large coy-like fish swimming in the river.
    He pulled his legs from the water in shock. There were no animals in his