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Asher fell asleep in Beau's arms that night.

The window was opened, surging bright rays from the moon through the windows. The wind was considerate of the two lovers entwined in each other's arms. 

As the wind caressed their skins, Beau pushed closer to Asher, complacent with the feel of their bodies against each other. 

Asher smiled through most of his sleep. Beau's form pressed against his rear was one. His dream was another. 

Asher found himself in a bright field of green. There existed little or nothing with any other colour. All around him were trees, flowers, and fresh grasses. He took in the scene with a look of fascination. 

When he felt the wind picking up and flapping his shirt, he looked down to see that he was dressed in a white suit and matching shoes. On his left wrist was a diamond bracelet that reflected the rays of the sun.