Introspection

Rosalie (He's different)

   As I walked through the door of my house, I didn't want to say hi to anyone. Instead I just went straight up to my room and sat on my bed. Today was weird, he looked at me more than once, and he even talked to me. He's different. I thought that he might be the same as the rest, but I guess that I was wrong. I was at my window, wondering if I should look out there to see if he was still outside. But I realized how silly I was being right now. So instead, I took off my shoes and got under the covers and drifted away.

  He's right there. Looking at me. Eyes piercing through mine. Is this how It's supposed to feel? Were both in the lake. Looking at each other, holding hands. I feel connected to him. Safe. Happy. Alive. He's speaking, but It's like the volume was turned all the way down. With his free hand he grabbed my dress, it's white with pink daisies on it. I wonder what he's saying, if only I could hear him. I tried to tell him to speak louder, but I couldn't hear my voice. It was like he was having some kind of impact on me. Maybe it was the way he looked at me. With his blue eyes. Pacific blue eyes. It's like I could dive right through them right now. It's so beautiful. He has dirty blonde hair, but it looks like he's dyed it a couple of times, maybe the color black or something, maybe brown, or he could've even done both colors, who knows. He looks so pretty. I know guys might not enjoy being called pretty, but that's the first word that comes to mind while looking at him. 

   I wake up with the sound of the door slamming open. It's my Mom. My Mom is the only person in the house that doesn't knock. She always tries to catch me doing something bad, but when she catches me sleeping, she gets mad. "What are you doing?" I looked right at her as I stayed laying in the same position. "I'm sleeping." She looked at me angrily then she walked out saying "Wake up!" I just stayed there, staring at the ceiling. My body felt like it couldn't move, so I didn't dare try. The only thing on my mind was the dream I just had. I don't really remember my dreams that often. So I was very concerned when I remembered what my dream was about, mainly because I realized who was in my dream. But why? Why was he in my dream? Why was I thinking about him. I decided to get out of bed to look out the window, I couldn't help it. I had to look. As I walked over to the window, I saw him. He was sitting outside. He noticed me looking at him and he didn't look away. It was just me, and him, staring at each other. It felt right for some reason. He made me feel right.