Sunday, November 6, 2011

Just a dream

It started snowing while I was strolling through the park. I knew I had to take cover as the snow was getting heavier. There was an apartment not far from where I was so I dashed for cover. As I sat at the stairway I heard laughter. Curious, I went upstairs. The laughter was coming from a room. I peep through the keyhole and to my surprise, there was a teacher decorating a Christmas tree with his pupils. That's when I saw you. Smiling so brightly with your friends. I couldn't believe my eyes. You were actually right in front of me. I couldn't stand it and ran downstairs. I waited outside. A bell rang soon later and I was still standing outside. I didn't want to leave until I am sure that it was you. While I was deep in thought, you walked down the stairs and walked past me with your friend. I was assured that that was you. I followed my heart and ran over to give you a hug from behind. Shocked , you jumped and turned around quickly. Our eyes met. We both teared up and we hugged. But after a few seconds I snapped out of it. I pushed you away which was kinda ironic. After giving you a peck on the cheeks I ran as fast as I could. Thinking that I've ran far enough, I stopped at a convenience store to take my breath. Exhausted, I sat down on the pavement .I heard foot steps approaching. It was you. You sat down beside me, gasping for air but was still able to smile at me. Just then a stranger walked by, he told us : ''Hey you two! You're under a mistletoe!'' He smiled and walked away. We both looked up and there it was, a mistletoe. I turned my head away from you as I felt my face turning red. Then, I felt a finger on my chin. You turned my head to face you and lifted my head up. Then . . .


I woke up LOL. . . Shocked! Like seriously lolol. . . God. . . Stupid dream. . . Not only did it not made any sense why it was you it also didn't make sense that it was such a bittersweet dream. Sigh :/ Please don't let me dream of something like this again. . . PLEASE -headdesk-. . .

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