After sifting through the imaginary world of her dream lover, she put everything back in the drawer and tried not to dwell on how pathetic it all was. Tonight's dream had been a great visit, better than most. It would carry her through the next few months until he returned to her sleeping world.
Constance laid back down in bed. After spending a few minutes trying in vain to stop thinking about her dream lover, she realized that sleep would be difficult. She was too turned on. She flailed her arms and punched the mattress a few times, annoyed with herself for being more aroused by a dream than by anything real in her life.
Only one thing would help if she expected to sleep again. Her dream man hadn't had time to take her all the way to completion, so she had to finish the journey on her own.
I really need to get a life. Time to find a real man. As Constance finally relaxed into the mattress, she laughed at the futility of her situation. What man could compare to her dream lover?