Light filtered through the curtain-clad windows on the train. Tony Micelli lay rigidly in the narrow bed that the forceful hand of fate urged him to share with his best friend and boss Angela Bower.

"Fate can be so cruel sometimes", he mused to himself as he recalled the one-sided conversation that floated into Angela's ears around the eleventh hour and was seemingly processed only in her dreams, as her features played out a scene of complete serenity; a slight smile never fading from her face.

Tony's features displayed a contrasting countenance. His eyes reflected immense trepidation, while in his heart, a fire burned—a longing. In his confused emotional state, he confessed everything to Angela. He told her everything—everything she had waited seven years to hear. He began with the present, telling her sleeping form in a husky whisper that her very proximity awakened him, and when her body shifted closer to his stimulated form, a soft sigh emerging from her lips, he found himself losing control…

His words kept him focused, distracting him from his desire. So he babbled on and on telling her about the moment that meant everything but passed away so fleetingly that in the blink of an eye it was gone.

"But that's how connected we are Angela," he said, quite astonished by his own realization. They had been going over mundane dinner plans when suddenly they started finishing each other's thoughts. "It was in that moment that I knew we needed to consciously 'narrow' our horizons," he admitted. Actually, though, he had known the night before, while adulterously lying in Kathleen's bed. As she turned away from him rolling over in a peaceful slumber, he whispered, "I love you Angela" into her hair. He chuckled to himself and thought ironically, "Too bad you haven't heard a word I've said."

Angela's eyes fluttered open and she blinked adjusting sleepily to the bright sunlight. Lightly tickling Tony's chest she said, "Morning sleepy head, or should I say sleep deprived." Upon his incredulous look she continued, "Boy, it was nice to hear you sleep talk for a change—I heard every word you said."

"And"… Tony prompted. Before he could say anything else, Angela's lips found his. When she finally caught her breath she continued, "And I need to go brush my teeth because it's time for breakfast and I 'want' Crunchy Crawlers," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.