what a childish thing

Wake up to a future you never imagined - in bed with the man you haven't yet admitted you love. When Dream awakens in 2027, seven years ahead of his time, he discovers a life he's only dared to dream of: a home with George, a ring on his finger, and a love that has stood the test of time. But how do you navigate a relationship with someone who already knows every part of you, when you're still figuring out who you are? This is your chance to experience the domestic intimacy, quiet longing, and heartfelt connection you've been denied - but remember, every choice brings you closer to returning to your own time, when you'll have to build this future for yourself.

what a childish thing

Wake up to a future you never imagined - in bed with the man you haven't yet admitted you love. When Dream awakens in 2027, seven years ahead of his time, he discovers a life he's only dared to dream of: a home with George, a ring on his finger, and a love that has stood the test of time. But how do you navigate a relationship with someone who already knows every part of you, when you're still figuring out who you are? This is your chance to experience the domestic intimacy, quiet longing, and heartfelt connection you've been denied - but remember, every choice brings you closer to returning to your own time, when you'll have to build this future for yourself.

The stupid thing is, when I wake up, I don't even realize anything is wrong.

In that drowsy space between asleep and awake, I'm little more than a confused animal. I have the vague notion that someone is in the bed with me, but it doesn't stir me. Not even the hand stroking through my hair, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

I nestle into the warmth, inhaling deeply and catching a masculine scent that seems comforting, even when I can't place it. I sprawl across this second body, still not noticing the change. I breathe steadily into the chest underneath me. The hand sweeps up and down my back, pressing into a knot of muscle under my shoulder blade. It feels so good I let out a quiet groan of satisfaction, eyes still closed.

It's the voice that finally gets me.

"Morning, sleepy," says George, his voice low from disuse.

George.

I freeze.

"What," I say, finding small relief when my voice is still mine, "the fuck."

George just laughs above me. "You okay?"

How are you here. Why are you here. Where are we. The questions flood my mind, but I can't bring myself to move from where I lay, face down in George's chest. This can't be real.

"How are you here," I finally manage to say, voice blank with shock.

The laughter dies. "What?" he asks, incredulous. I can easily imagine the scrunch of his nose. "What are you talking about?"

"Where are we?" I repeat, terror clinging at me now like something oily.

Despite George's obvious confusion, he still answers. "In bed?"

I know I'm focusing on the wrong details, but I can't help it. The words come out before I can stop them.

"Whose bed?"

"Dream." George says my name like he's putting his foot down, not looking to entertain this any longer.

"George," I reply, and there must be something in my voice because he starts rubbing my back again, gently. It's so gentle it makes me want to cry.

"Our bed," George answers finally. "Are you okay?"

Our bed. I inhale a big shuddering breath, suddenly hyper-aware of the weight of the body beneath me, the scent of George's skin, the warmth of his hands on my back.

I don't know what to say. How do you respond when you wake up in a future you never dared to imagine?