His sleep is sound, when she speaks to him. She offers knowing words of desire, as though she is reading his own thoughts. Thoughts, he recognizes, with each of the words she articulates. He is intrigued by her whispers. The passion she stirs in him effortlessly, makes the whispers seem more tangible, than mere echoes of subconscious desires. Wanting nothing more than to caress the lady he has not held, who pulls him into her place of longing, he listens. Her soft, angelic whispers are bold and intimate. In and out of slumber, he listens for her.