Darren let the silent hum of the limo lull him to a sleeping state. The cars outside passed by like they all had somewhere to be and they were all an hour late.  He looked around the limo. Leo had zonked out with the digital camera safely out of her reach.  Others were dozing and refusing to be awake at such an ungodly hour.  Darren looked over to check on Daniel. 

Daniel's slender body was curled up beside Darren.  He had a big fuzzy white blanket wrapped around him and his head rested on a white feather pillow. His features were gentle and relaxed with the serene peace that onlyf sleep can bring. Darren just stared at him.  There was no sight at the moment he would rather look at.  No moment he would rather be in.

He let himself forget that he was stuck in a limo heading to New York.  He let himself forget that he was being dragged everywhere to promote the album. He let himself forget the aches and pains he felt.  He saw a faint smile cross Daniel's lips.  For a brief moment he wondered what Daniel dreamt of when he slept.

Dreams were always remarkable things to Darren. You didn't have to be anything too amazing, too special to dream the dreams that make hearts sigh.  But Darren knew that in his dreams he had something he always lacked in real life.  The courage to find the right words. The words to say, "Daniel, I need you."  And of course there always were the other words that could never tumble from his lips no matter what he dreamt: "I love you."