Lisa stared out the window at the full moon and dreamed of Rick. What was he doing right this minute? Was he sitting by his own window, staring at the same moon and dreaming of her? If only it were true! Then Lisa closed her eyes and sent Rick a message. Call me. Love me. Love me. For a moment, the feeling was so strong she almost expected the phone to ring. She sat curled in her chair, eyes closed, and waited for a long time. Even when she finally went to bed, she held on to the dream. Maybe, just maybe, Rick received her message. Maybe, in time, he would act on it.