“Wake up, Isolde.” Came a commanding, yet gentle man’s voice. Isolde turned her head toward the sound as the sunlight lit up the insides of her eyelids to a brilliant orange. Not only was the voice rich and mellow, but there was the sound of the surf breathing its way back and forth across a beach. She frowned and squinted against the light. Seagulls cried as they bickered over a morsel.<br/><br/>Isolde became aware of the moist breathe upon her cheek and sun warmed sand under her hands. She relaxed as insistent stroking made her ache to  know more of a man’s touch.<br/><br/>“Wake up, Isolde.” Came the voice again. Isolde heard the soughing of the breeze in trees and smelled the briny scent of the sea. Her fingers were searching the sand, as if she realized she was in a dream. The surf danced along the edge of the sand and kissed her fingertips. Isolde clutched at the wet sand and her eyes opened as if someone had flipped a switch. She looked to her right, at an ocean as cerulean as a painting. Her first thought was, “I never knew the sea to be this color. I must be in a dream.” She looked to the left, into eyes the color of the sea. She gasped as she realized the owner of these eyes held her, his leg entwined with hers and it was his hand that was warm against her inner thigh.<br/><br/>Her heart pounded and her blood raced as she blinked against the bright sun. This was a dream, nothing to be afraid of, she thought, wondering if this was a dream where she would wake up and feel as if she had had an orgasm in her sleep. The man with the blue, blue, impossibly blue eyes stilled as she examined his face. Long blond hair, a well chiseled face, lips that were full and slightly parted and arms that were strong and fair skinned. Isolde’s breath came quick and shallow.<br/><br/>Did she want this man in her dreams to touch her like this? Was this an intrusion even in her dreams? Was she having a nightmare about what those men at the clinic had done to her? What had happened? She couldn’t remember the details. Did she want this man in her dreams to touch her like this?<br/><br/>The answer was yes. She had lived this lifetime alone with no one to touch her. Isolde was not meant to be alone. She was a woman of sensual passion and needed to be touched. Raising her hand, fingertips wet with sand, she caressed the jaw stubbled with blond beard. Isolde watched in fascination as the sand clung to the facial hair creating an aura of light on the high cheekbones.<br/><br/>Turning her face toward him, Isolde smiled and murmured,<br/><br/>“Hi. Are you having a dream too? Or are you just sharing my dream. Do I know you? You seem familiar as if I have loved you one of my lifetimes. Your hand is between my legs, that has to mean I trust you. I know I want you.”<br/><br/>The tide came in and swirled around their entwined bodies.