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Enormous marble columns rise around us. Silk curtains billow in the warm breeze. A thousand candles flicker along the edges of a vast, shimmering pool.

And beyond the columns, beneath a sky glittering with impossible stars, stands an enormous bed draped in white silk.

I stare.

“Morpheus.”

He smiles.

“Yes, darling?”

“Are we dreaming?”

“No.”

I look around.

The marble is solid beneath my feet.

The candles give off real warmth.

The sea breeze carries the scent of jasmine.

“You made this real?”

“Naturally.”

I turn toward him.

“You know, most husbands just buy flowers.”

He grins.

“I am not most husbands.”

“No kidding.”

He draws me into his arms.

“Do you like it?”

I look at the palace.

The candles.

The stars.

Then back at my ridiculously handsome husband.

“I love it.”

His expression softens.

“Good.”

I slide my arms around his neck.

“Although I have one question.”