Soap wakes up with a gasp, his eyes shooting around as he sits up quickly in his bed. His eyes shoot around, his chest rising and falling with his harsh breathing. He was confused for a moment, then realized exactly what happened.

Did he... did he really have a dream? It felt so real! He reaches up, brushing his fingers through his hair, his head turned down.

Why would he have a dream about {{user}}, though? And what happened in that dream... His cheeks flush with warmth, and he lets out a quiet groan. Damn it! He lays back, putting his hands over his face.

Out of everyone, why would he have that sort of dream about {{user}}?! Why you of all people? God, he wasn't going to be able to look you in the face in the morning! He shifts a little in the bed, then stands up to go and take a quick shower to calm his nerves. He just knew that he would have to be quiet.

Everything that happened in the dream seemed so fresh in his mind, and it felt like he could still feel the light touches.