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tried to sound confident yet reassuring to her. The last thing he needed was to have her flee the dream now. He needed her to listen.
     
    “Heather. Remember that I'm sort of a vampire?” he asked, then continued on when he saw no response. “Well...ahem. I'm really here, Heather. You see, um, Vampires can enter people’s dreams if they want.”
     
    That caused her to pause. At least she wasn't crying any longer. He could see her blue eyes peeking over her hands as he continued to talk.
     
    “Dreams are really easy to enter for us.” He smiled to her. “Well, at least if we have strong feelings for the person.” he amended.
     
    It wasn't really a lie, but not entirely the truth he thought. He never did enter anyone else's dreams these days, and then when he did, they were only people he knew really well. So, in a sense he was being entirely honest. He had never tried to enter someone’s dream that he didn’t know. Not really.
     
    “You're saying your real?” She said, as her hands slid down to her sides. Her clothes turned into a deep red flowing dress that trailed out behind her on the floor.
     
    He found himself smiling at her innocent and completely surprised looking face. How could he ever not love her? She was perfect in every conceivable way. He was surprised he could ever have lived so long and so far away without her.
     
    “Yes Heather. I'm real.” He said, as he moved to embrace her.
     
    A sense of hope began to fill him as he reached for her, only to be dashed as the woman of his dreams disappeared into a cloud of mist. Before he could do anything but gawk at where she had been, the world around him flashed and began to disappear.
     
    The dream was over and it was time to return to his dull little world.
4
    Brian sat at the edge of his bed, staring toward the shaded windows.
     
    His foot idly tapped on the floor as he mulled over the night's events. The dream seemed especially fast he thought. Usually, they felt much longer then that, but then again time was almost impossible to measure while locked in Heather's dreams. Events seemed to play out inside them at their own pace. The fact that the sun was now rising just outside his window indicated that it had been all night, and yet it had seemed so short. Almost nothing was accomplished.
     
    “I wonder what she's doing right now. Does she remember the dream?” He wondered, “will she believe it was real?” He knew from experience that she would most likely shrug the whole thing off. Then again, after their last adventures, maybe she would realize that something was different about the dreams. “At least one can hope.”
     
    The small apartment felt closed in and lonely as he got up to begin his day. Everything felt a bit pointless. Lethargy swarmed around in his mind and played havoc with his feelings. The remote control beckoned to him as he prepared to go about his usual routine. He picked it up and rolled it around in his hand, uncertain that he wanted to watch anything on TV. For some reason, the morning news had lost it's luster. Even his writing didn't seem to interest him. The only thing that seemed to demand his attention was Heather. Was she okay? Did she need him?
     
    He shook his head to clear it, and tried to function normally. Having no interest in watching TV, he decided to just jump to breakfast. He hoped that would jump start his routine and he could get on with his day.
     
    When he finished feeding, he found he didn't feel any different than before. So it wasn't about food. That would have been the easy answer. The reality was, he had a problem he couldn’t deal with. It had a name, and she was the only answer that was going to make him feel better. The problem was, he wasn't sure she wanted him.
     
    For that matter, he wasn't even sure where she was. He knew she was somewhere in the vicinity, because he could feel her somewhere in the distance, in fact it was the main reason he moved to the area.
     
    Brian sighed