"You usually dream about me in your bed?" Cissie burst out then blushed furiously once she realized what she said. "Wait, no! Don't answer that!" She was pretty sure she knew what the answer was and this was so not the time.

"I don't think you're dreaming... unless we both are? Can we even do that?" Cissie leaned over the side of the bed and offered Bart a hand. "I wonder if this is like when I was in New York with Claire."