Bad dreams

I woke up this morning from a bad dream. Mrs B had gone and I was really upset. I rolled over to cuddle up and go back to sleep but the bed was empty. I had to get up and come down stairs and check that Mrs B and Peter were here.

It was like that time when I was a kid and I dreamed that my brother got killed. I woke up from that one and checked his bed to reassure myself but he wasn't there. It was so upsetting and it was only when I got downstairs and found him sat at the table having breakfast that I realised it was just a dream. I gave him such a big hug then. He thought I was daft.

I think Mrs B thought I was daft this morning, too, but I got a big cuddle too :)

Lucky husby bear. Now, on with the pantie-destroying mission. On, I say! lol

I love my wifey and I'm never letting anything bad happen to her ever.