A Reality Moment

I type this as my girlfriend lays on the bed, moaning not in pain; space it as your brain demands. And I should go do that thing we do; but to find her later in her sleep, moaning with a dream of a sexual nature sweet; well, I just think that I'd like to be woken up like that, if I ever had those sort of dreams. So I do for her, and she never complains but moans again and comes awake, and comes again.