Author notes: A companion piece to Scribbler's Any Means Necessary, prompted by my muse wondering how Jake perceived that encounter.

What Dreams May Come

Jake could feel the warm sun on his face; McAuliffe, his grandfather’s old dog, rested heavily against his leg. Sleepily, he knew he should be doing… something. But it was too nice sitting here on the front stoop of the hunting cabin, and the strong sun made it hard to open his eyes.

He sensed someone close to him, and then lips brushed his. The kiss was gentle yet determined: Heather… that day we went to Rogue River…. As he’d done then, he returned the kiss.

Heather pulled away, and Stanley’s voice said, “Wakey, wakey.”

Stanley?

Jake’s eyes flew open.

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