(This is my first story, so pardon the mistakes and suggestions are welcomed.)
Belle used to come back home at the same time each day. She had a monotonous schedule.. home-office-repeat. She was undoubtedly pretty and smart but had no boyfriend. She had suitors. She pretended to be made of tough shell, that she was strong and needed no man, but deep down, she longed to be loved in just the right way.
The most exciting and her favourite part of the day was when she hit the bed at night with her mind brewing up fantasies of her perfect man. Oh how he used to sneak up on her from behind and give her the warmest if hugs in her dreamland. She never really hoped to find such a man in real life, for she knew it was never possible for any man to live up to her expectations.
One night, Belle fell asleep while lost in her world of fantasy. She was now in a world of dreams. Strangely enough, she was aware of the place or situation not being real, but she was not the one controlling it.
She found herself in a room. It was dimly lit with a big bed in the centre of the room. She could see herself, as well as feel herself. It was a weird feeling. She was seeing herself lying on the bed half naked, a sheet covering
her body, and she was able to feel the soft fabric of the bedsheet. It all felt so real.