Punks dreams were filled with tender kisses and warm embraces. It wasn't an unusual dream for him, what was weird was that it was all with Trick. Usually these dreams had some mystery woman with a face he couldn't make out even if he tried. But the dream was still pleasant, and he enjoyed it very much. It was nice to get away from the nightmares or the blank, drug-induced blank sleep. He felt genuinely warm and happy inside as he dreamed all of this. He swore, the hand on his cheek felt so real. And the brush of her lips against his, once it seemed like it was real, like he could taste it. But this was simply a dream. It couldn't be real.
By the time tthat Punk had woken up, it was close to noon time. He slowly opened his eyes to see Trick's face centimeters from his own, and her hand warm on his cheek. He felt her leg entangled with his own, and he felt a small smile spread across his face. This was the first time in a long time that he had woken up happy, and stayed happy after he opened his eyes. One of his hands moved to the girl's side, gently resting there as his thumb rubbed circles on the side. He stared at her face, absorbing every detail. There was no mistaking it. This was the girl that had visited his dreams last night. The thought made him smile even wider, and he leaned in and kissed her cheek ever so softly, like a butterfly landing on her skin for a moment and then taking off again.
Punk slid his arm back around her and pulled her closer, his face against her collarbone, the top of his head just under her chin. In truth, he could stay like this forever. But once Trick woke up, they would have to start moving around a bit. But he didn't wake her. He wanted her to haven as much sleep as her body said she needed.