I'll dream of you

By Charles F. Myers
Toffee was just a girl in Marc Pillsworth's dreams—until he awoke one day to find the dream a reality.
Toffee leaned back against the tree and passed a slender hand through her red hair. As her arm relaxed, she let it fall carelessly about Marc's neck. Lazily, her green eyes traced his profile and found it, if not classic, highly satisfactory.
Kiss me, she said.
Oh, for Pete's sake, murmured Marc, continuing to stare straight ahead.
Toffee followed his gaze to the scene before them. The entire countryside, apparently unaware of its inherent stateliness, was caught in a sort of informal gaiety.
It's beautiful, isn't it? Toffee asked.
Yes, replied Marc dreamily.
You seem fascinated by beauty, almost starved for it.
Marc nodded and leaned his head back further on the tree.
Then get fascinated, you dope, Toffee leaned forward to face him.
Huh? Marc stared at the girl as though he hadn't been quite aware of her before.