Dreams Can Come True

I had a dream during the weekend with my angel. It was different. My dreams are usually a rush of fear, horror, sex, and sometimes all three.The point being, my dreams never make sense. The way I fell into the dream was even very strange. I remember seeing her gorgeous face then nothing. I open my eyes and I'm in a small white house. I am worried. "Where could I be?" Then I heard it: the most beautiful noise in the world, her voice.
"Did you fall asleep, baby?" she asked. I'm in her arms. It is just me and her. We look much older than we were. I'd say early twenty's. But we are still clad in Guitar Hero and Dragon pajamas. I reply,
"Yeah, sorry. What are we watching?"
"We're watching--"
"Want some food?"
"Vegan?"
"What else?"
I walk into the familiar kitchen. At first I'm shocked. "How do I know the way?" Then I realize the house isn't very big. "Where are the plates?" I ask.
"In the pantry, silly baby."
"Oh, duh."
I continue to make her the simple dish of tofu origin. I get back to the couch and hand her the food. We sit there eating the food in one another's arms. I ask for a kiss, she leans close, and it feels so real. I open my eyes to a dark room. There is my baby, leaning over me kissing me. I kiss her back, and hope, "Please, may my life be just like that as I grow older."