My Make Believe Husband

Today, I saw a huge cotton plaid shirt lying on my bed, and it was obvious that it was a garment that belonged to a huge man. Was he the one in my dreams that pinned me to my bed and made me scream with delight?

It is quite nice having a make believe husband, because I can sneakily take his shirt and go out, letting other women believe that I have stolen my husband's garment.

And, when he comes to me in my dreams again, I shall conceal the fact from him that I have his shirt hidden under one of my dresses in the closet.