visit me in my sleep

Lana was beginning to think she was going crazy. It had been seventeen years since her husband
Joshua had died, and the anniversary of his death just kept getting worse and worse. This
year she was hearing voices when there wasn't another soul in her home, seeing shadows run
across the wall with no body they followed. If things progressed anymore, she was convinced
she would be asylum-bound and soon.
True, since Josh's death Lana had remarried, though it didn't work out, and had
children. But she never got over him. Even in Lloyd arms, she would close her eyes and not
see his blonde hair and brown eyes, but Josh's long dark red hair cascading down, his bright
blue eyes looking into her hazel orbs intensely as he rocked her.
There was an image of him that never left her mind. Joshua, 21 years old. Working
on his father's farm with no shirt on during the summer had given him a dark tan, and lifting
the heavy equipment had given him a tone body. He wasn't over muscular, but there wasn't a
trace of baby fat to be found on him. She missed feeling the muscles in his biceps, running her
hands up and down his back, and the way he would bury his face in her long blonde hair and
cover her neck and shoulders in kisses when they made love.
She was getting ready for bed when the voices started again. Brushing her teeth, a
voice called out her name, echoing unnaturally off the walls. At first she ignored it, then
grew louder and louder. She looked up, and there he was in the mirror, his reflection as
clear as her own. Lana's eyes grew wide with fear as Josh reached towards her, and she screamed
as she stepped back, bumping into him. He grabbed her shoulders and began to speak in a soothing
voice, but she whipped around and as soon as he was there, he was gone.
Lana rinsed her mouth out and then made her way to bed, her hands shaking as she took two sleeping tablets out of a bottle. She put them in her mouth and swalllowed, then again
came the voice, stern and commanding.
"Lana Smith!," He hollered.
She covered her ears with her hands. "This isn't real!," She screamed back. "Joshua is
dead, he's gone!" The voice ceased and she feel into slumber.
In her dream that night, she was sitting up in bed, and looked up.There he was,
looking up at her as he stood leaning against the doorway. He had a luminescent glow about him,
and his hair blew as if wind blown, although no windows in the room were opened.He wasn't clad as she pictured an angel would be, in his Aerosmith T-shirt and worn in jeans, and a silver cross necklace
around his neck.
Once again, her eyes were full of fear as he walked towards her, and he knelt down on the floor next to her.
He looked at her, his own eyes pleading as he reach up and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Lana, listen to me. You're prayers have been answered. It's me, I can come back whenever
you need me, but I need you to believe it, otherwise I can't come back at all."
"But you're gone.," Lana answered. "I watched you die."
"Everyday, I would go to him.," He explained,looking up and emphasizing the word "him. "And ask to come see you. Everyday he said 'ask tomorrow.' Then he said yes.," his eyes glowing with the last sentence. He climbed onto the bed,then sat up on knees, eye to eye with his wife.
He took both of Lana's hands in his own and caressed the tops of them with his thumbs. His voice softened.
"But the only for this to work is to have faith. You have to believe this is happening, believe in
me." He brought himself up and closer to her, so close their foreheads were touching.
Then she felt his press his lips to hers, and it felt so real she could barely believe this
within itself was a dream. She had wondered before, what it would be like if he ever came back from heaven.Would his kisses feel the same, would he still have the same touch? It was almost too good to be true.
He parted his lips from hers. "Lana, I need you to wake up.," He said. She shook her head no.
"What if you leave when I wake up?," She asked.
"I won't if you have faith. Wake up, Lana.," He said again, his voice stern but kind.
She opened her eyes, waking from her sleep. There he was. He was still there, so close she could feel him breathe, still clearly visible although the room itself was pitch black. He grinned at her.
"I'm still here, good. You did it."
She smiled at him, a look of mischief in her eyes. She only needed one more thing to
convince her it was all real.
"How do I know I'm not still dreaming?"
He caught on and cocked an eyebrow at her playfully.
"Good point. If this was a dream, would you feel...this?," He asked, as he took his hands from her own and suddenly his hands were behind her, and up her shirt. He drug his nails down her back, from in between her shoulder blades down to the waistband of her pajama pants. The sudden contact of his touch on her body was overwhelming for Lana, and she threw her head back. Josh seized the opportunity and showered her neck with kisses, and ran his hands up the front of her body taking oneof her breasts in his hand and squeezing it before moving up to the straps of her night shirt, pulling the straps down so he could give her bare shoulders the same treatment as her neck.Lana reached down,reaching the bottom hem of his shirt and pulling it up just enough to touch his skin, caressing his sides.
He groaned in pleasure, and brought his lips to hers once more, more passionately than before. He parted his lips and ran his tongue along her lips, urging her to part them. She obliged, and the kiss deepened as he reached down and finished what Lana had started and pulled his shirt up and over his head.
She soaked it in for a moment, the sight of his bare uppder body. He was just as she remembered. She ranher hands up and his chest, before smiling that coy smile again and bending down and taking one of his nipples into her mouth. He inhaled sharply, and put his hands in her hair, gently pushing her head forward and arching his body. She got the message and sucked on him harder. He yearned to feel her skin against his, so reached for her shirt
and nearly tore it off her as he pulled it over her head. He took each of her breasts in his hands and fondled them, rubbing each of her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned in his ear, then gently bit it before he bent his head down
and licked her nipple teasingly, nibbling on it before he took it fully into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.
She cried out and raked her nails against his back as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling them down to lay
side by side on the bed. They laid there for a while just kissing, touching, feeling each other, rediscovering each other.
Josh sat up on his knees again, and reached down to his belt unbuckling it. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down,his erection clearly visible through his white silk boxers.He laid back down next to Lana, kicking his pants the rest of the way
off gently and off the bed. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, and his eyes were a dark blue with lust. She could feel his length against her as he laid there looking in her eyes, his hands touching her everywhere in a frenzy. His erection was like hot steel, harder than she could ever remember him being ever before. He pulled at the waistband of her pants, and soon
they were off and next to his own on the floor. Lana hands went traveled down to Joshua's cock and she grabbed it through his underwear. Josh's jaw went slack and his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sensation of her hand there. It had been seventeen years since he last felt her touch, and even through the cloth barrier it was divine.
The undewear didn't last long and soon it too was discarded on the floor. Josh was totally bare, save the cross necklace and his wedding band. The sight of his naked, still illuminated body made Lana want him more if that was even possible and
she took him into her hand, stroking him. Josh reached down under the waistband of Lana's panties, and she spread her legs to give him better access to her. She gasped as she felt two of fingers slip inside her, and he began to pump his fingers inside
of her. He knew just she liked this; slow and deep, then fast as he could work his fingers without warning, then slow again
until she reached her peak. He kept up that rythm, slow then fast, in and out until he could feel her muscles tightened around
him and she was calling his name as she orgasmed.
He pulled his hands out of her underwear and pulled them off her body, his fingers still wet from her ectasy. He rolled over on top of her and asked her silently if she was ready. She nodded in fervor and he positioned himself at her entrance.
"I thought we'd never be like this again.," She breathed softly, her voice a whisper.
"Thankfully, you were wrong.," He answered before he pushed himself inside her. He choked back a sob at feeling himself inside her; after so long, it was finally happening, his heart about burst with his love for her. He was half way in her when he pulled back, almost pulling out completely before pushing in again to her hilt. She cried out in pleasure and grabbed his
arms, his biceps bulging out and thrust her hips forward, her body begging for more of him. He thrust hard inside of her, their
sounds of love making echoing in the room, their worlds shrank down to nothing but that room, that bed they lay in. The only thing that mattered was then and there.
Joshua grabbed Lana under her knees, and stood up on his own as Lana pressed her hands to the headboard of the the bed. He found his rythm again and pumped himself inside her, filling her completely. Lana could feel more of him in this positioned and she
moaned so loud she was almost screaming. He started fucking her slow again, pulling out so much only the head of his cock was still inside her, before slamming into her again. Every time he did this, he could feel her coming closer and closer to the brink. He took one of his hands from under her knees, and reached down to her swollen clit and rubbed it with his thumb.
That was the breaking point for her and she came again, pounding the headboard with the palm of her hands. He repositioned himself on top of her, and wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so that she was on top of him. She sat up,straddling him and he grabbed her hips as she rode his cock. His face was flushed, his hair damp against his forehead, and he looked like his release would come soon..
He began to cry out words in a language Lana had never heard.
"What are you saying?," She asked.
"I...don't..know...," He managed to get out before he felt his orgasm washing over him, and he cried again in the unknown language,
the only word Lana could decipher was her own name. He pulled back down to lie next to him, and he scooted as close as she could to him,
kissing his bare chest.
"I love you, Joshua.,"She said, still heaving.
He sat there for a moment, leaning against a pillow deep in thought. Then he got a look on his face as is he had
made a grand discovery and looked down at Lana and smiled.
"'Death has not conquered us. Our love is eternal. I will wait for you to join me in forever.'"
She looked up at him questioning his words.
"That's what I was saying. It just came to me."
Lana wiped her misty eyes before giving her husband a goodnight kiss and falling asleep in his arms.
When Lana woke up the next morning, he was gone. Her heart sank at the dissapointment. She sulked, all but convinced
that it was just a dream and was going crazy. The she looked up her nightstand and saw Joshua's Aerosmith T-shirt from the
night before folded neatly on it, and the silver cross necklace on top of the shirt. She smiled to herself before hopping into the shower, and when she got dressed and ready for
the day she put on his shirt and clasped the necklace around her neck before heading out the door.