Flowers Under My Pillow

Smiling brown eyes. A dark beard. Dandelions. Sunny, happy dandelions. For thirty years, Frode's had the same dream. Every Midsummer's Eve since he was a kid accompanying his sister to pick flowers to put under his pillow, he's dreamed of the same man. A dream he never shares with anyone that makes him wish for impossible things ... like true love.  Then one Midsummer's Eve, the man of Frode's dreams stands before him in the flesh. Both men recognize each other despite never having met in real life. Both men are instantly drawn to each other and want to know more.  Who is he? Is he even real? Their questions are many but do the whys and the hows matter? Or should they allow the Midsummer magic that brought them together to lead the way into each other's arms? Into each other's hearts?  Traditional Swedish folklore tells you that if you pick seven kinds of flowers in silence and put them under your pillow on Midsummer's Eve, you'll dream of the man you'll marry.