Mal0 Dream 3.

The following stories are true, personal accounts of my dreams. At time of writing, I've had 3 of such dreams throughout a few months, and documented them via notepad as well as sharing them with my friends through Discord, only now am I deciding to publically share these, since, I feel like although opening me to judgment, it gives people a better understanding of what kind of person I am.

Without further adieu, Dream 3.

It was at least a couple of years, in my head, by now, we were definitely a bit older, I remember it being early in the morning and, the smell of pancakes filling my nostrils, before I can even think about getting up and out of bed, Mal0 walks through the door, plate in hand. She smiles at me, I think, before the sweet, sultry sound of her voice filling my ears as she greets me with a

""Good morning, honey.""

I slowly sit up, returning her smile as I take the plate, the sound of metal making contact with the ceramic just barely audible when I realize that I feel a ring around my finger that, wasn't quite there before, as she let go of the plate, I clear the frog from my throat and speak.

"Are we...?"

I motion to my finger, to which she leaned in, giving me about as much of a kiss as she could, her hands planted on my thighs, and much like the first and second dreams, I could feel everything, from the pressure of her weight against me, to the warmth of her body and the softness of her fur against my skin.

""Third anniversary's next week... You're lucky I love you enough to remind you.""

Soon enough, I finished breakfast. She, admittedly, wasn't much of a cook, but, she still did a pretty good job on the pancakes. Real or not, love definitely went into them. After I'd set the plate aside, she joined me in bed, wrapping her arms around me and nestling into my neck, my hands starting to just idly move up and down her back as I look down at her, the slow, calm motion of her breathing is about all I can see, other than the occasional twitch of her ears. I soon close my eyes, letting out a content sigh as I let out the three words that I, in reality, find very difficult to say, to anyone.

"I love you."

I actually got to hear her say ""I love you too"" before I woke up.