The xdream is always there. Waiting. Breathing. Hers.
As the girl drifted off to sleep, the jaguar’s stitches seemed to glow with a faint, blue luminescence. Suddenly, the bedroom walls melted away. The thunder outside turned into the beat of tribal drums. The bed became a raft floating down a river of starlight. nici xdream
She hugged him tight. "You're coming with me." The xdream is always there