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.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Fantastic Adventures January 1947.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
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.