I was transported, as happens in dreams, to a new location. The San Diego beach was as blonde as my unique mistress. The waves rippled as the tides ebbed and flowed, water-stained sand running between our toes as we held hands running across the beach. Golden retrievers and black labs were routinely walked across the sultry sands, owners hoping to attract capable suitors worthy to be loved.

Victoria’s sanguine lips often reminded me of how much she loved the scenery.

I talked of the splendor of skinny-dipping; she talked of the unspeakable joy of marital bliss. We drank in the inescapable love of one another and the bittersweet taste of fresh squeezed lemonade.

The salty scent of ocean gave way only to the luminous sparkle in her eyes. Holding each other, we snuggled atop our beach towels, kissing into the night, enjoying a mystical knowledge of each other that no one else could ascertain.