He felt her warm muscles tense against him. Her eyes widened.
"Greg! What is it?"
He shook his head. "I--I got to wondering if this too, might not be
just a dream. I've been in anesthesia too long maybe. How can I know
what's real and what isn't real?"
He felt her warm moist fingers on the back of his neck. He felt her
lift on her toes, pull his face down. She kissed him. Her voice was
husky, and her breath was warm on his lips.
"Do you know now, Greg? Is this a dream?"
He shook his head. His voice was hoarse.
"No--no--this isn't a dream."
She laughed softly. They moved away, down the corridor toward the ship.