"No, keep away from me!"
"Patty, I'm in Cleveland at the salesman's convention. I called you long distance from Cleveland tonight, remember? So how can I be here? You must have been thinking of me when you went to sleep, so you dreamed...."
"Don't be so rational. I want to believe you. But dreams aren't so rational, Heck."
"Get back into bed," Heck commanded. "You'll see you are dreaming. You—you'll be sleeping soundly again in seconds."
"I'm not getting back into anything until I find out if—"
Heck walked toward her. Her bold attack on what she thought had been a prowler was done half in sleep. She was only now coming to full wakefullness. He had to prevent that, or she'd know the truth. Naturally, he couldn't tell her about the little man with the slightly too big head and the something which he called teleportation and which seemed to work.
"Keep away from me, Heck. I'm warning you. We—we're not married yet. If this isn't a dream we won't get married, either."
But boldly Heck advanced on her and with a quick bending and swooping and lifting motion scooped her up in his arms and went with her to the bed. Before he deposited her thereon he kissed her mouth. Her lips were delicious.
"Ooo," she said. "What a dream! What a dream—"
"Go to sleep," Heck ordered. "This obviously can't be anything but a dream. Can it?"