Dreams

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  When Jack opened his door to his apartment, he threw his keys to the bowl on the table, next to the door. After he got home from work called "Santa's Factory," every day he'll get a meal, then eat it, and take a shower. Santa's Factory starts at 5am and ends 10pm, just imagine how exhausted Jack would be? Right. After he eats and shower, he then goes to his bedroom, and takes a catnap.

  But he can't fall asleep fast enough, he just doses off, then falls asleep, starts to dream. What is he dreaming you might ask? Well. You see? A bout a girl.

  A sound of  footsteps slowly walked into Jack's bedroom. A voice goes near him. "Jack, wake up." A girl called out to him. Jack then slowly wakes up and looks at her. "W-who are you? How did you get in here?" He asked her while still sleepy. The girl looked at her and smiled softly. "Well, you gave me your key in the elevator, remember? And I'm also your new sectary. You know you're old sectary, Sanders Davon (Sandy)?" The girl asked.

  Jack looked at her like he was confused, well, he was. "Well, yeah, I do." He then sat up, and looked at her, and scotch back a bit. "You know you have a meeting, right?" Elsa asked him. "Uh, I do?" I asked her. I was kinda confused on how I had a meeting. "When did I have a meeting? And with who?" I asked her. "With me." She said. "Well, you had one about ten minutes ago." She told me. I was still about confused. What is she doing? I questioned myself.

  She came a bit closer to me, and when she did, I saw that she had these tiny freckles on her cheeks, her pale white, skin was so remarkable beautiful. She also had a cute pale nose, that I just wanted to nip at, she had platinum blonde hair with a bun. And she also had peachy pale lips, with memorizing light blue eyes, where I could just drown in.

  Jack just snapped out of it, I said to myself. Thinking this might be a dream, which it was. Literally! She came a little closer, just three inches away, Elsa slowly undid her bun, and it became a French braid. I almost drooled. Elsa looked at him and said "we have time to spare, don't we Jack?" I just looked at her up and down. "Uh, Ms. Donovan. I don't think this is appropriate for our situation." I said to her.

  Elsa then sat his on lap, after that, Jack gulped. "Well, yes. You're right. I'm sorry." She said, while still sitting on his lap. Elsa looked into his eyes, and leaned in. As she leaned in, Jack did too. She closed her closed eyes, and Jack also closed his. When they're lips almost touched, Jack smuggled his pillow against his face, then yelled and said "No! Too close. Falling for a hot, sexy girl like her. She's way out of your league, Jack. I said to myself. Jack mumbled to himself, and took his shower the next day, after that he put on his suit, and put his coat on, then drove to the Santa's Factory.

  After he closed his apartment door, his boss at the factory showed up. "Jack! There you are. I've been looking for you." Jack turned around, and looked at him, and locked his door. "Oh, hey Santa, what's up?" Jack said while locking his door then looks at him. Santa then puts his around Jack, and smiles. "Well, I'm just coming here to say that Sandy is quitting." Jack then looked sad. "But the good news is that your being promoted! So.... Congratulations, Jack! Oh, and also.... Elsa is going to be you're new sectary." Jack's mouth just dropped, almost fainted. But he's fine.

  Elsa was his first crush ever in high school. Yes, you heard me, first crush.

  "But wait, what! How?" Jack almost yelled. Then Santa laughed. "How does she get to work at Santa's Factory?" Jack asked. "And how come I've never noticed her before....? He asked. Santa laughed again. "Well, she began when she was about 15 years old. So, you were about 13 when you worked here, Jack." Well, that makes more sense. Jack then sat in Santa's chair, and sighed. Well, that ruined everything!

  Then a voice echoed in Jack's ear. "Jack. Wake up." It was Elsa. Jack's sectary. Jack wakes up.

The End!

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