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 dre...