[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is *Special Content* from the main storyline as indicated with the 'heart' in the title. This was written as a fun and creative entry for my fellow readers. Enjoy the nostalgia trip and happy reading! ]
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...sighing to himself, the Dreamer checks on his upscale high-quality vermillion wristwatch for the current time. As he looks, the Roman numerals on the dial seem to be disappearing. Fortunately, he can discern that the tiny hand is on a 'II' and the big hand is on 'VII.'
( 'Hmm...It's nighttime already?' )
He settles on top of a six-seated couch clasping his hands behind his head. Dreamer believes he is stuck at the house content to live in solitude. His social circle is out of town for reasons unexplained. To pass the time, his left hand grabs hold of a small remote left on a classy bronze coffee table. His sight flickers to the 3D holographic television set along the Living Room's wall. He flips on the device and tunes in to the sports channel to watch a motocross race.
On-screen, numerous different racers in stylish yet futuristic attire compete to win the championship trophy for themselves. As these speedsters weave in and out of the dirt-filled racetrack, the crowd lets out wild cheers. Interested, Dreamer watches on as competitors dash past each other, desiring to be the winner. The first-place motorist picks up speed to improve their prospects. But up ahead, the landscape changes, becoming quite rocky and uneven. Every participant is struggling to make their way around the hazardous course.
"Bad call." Dreamer notes as his eyes are fixed on the sporting competition.
*Knock, knock!*
('Huh???')
"Come 'on," He yells to the speedy motocrosser taking the lead. "Go number ninety-nine!"
"KNOCK, KNOCK! KNOCK, KNOCK!*
The sound gets loud enough for Dreamer to turn off the television. He hears a noise coming from the front door. As he walks towards the foyer, he stops by the door. Was he expecting company tonight? He takes a peek at the peephole trying to figure out who it is. Recognizing the person, Dreamer unlocks the front door.
( 'GOLDILOCKS?!' )
"Hey, you," Seen having her glitter pink manicured hands on her hips, Dream Girl expresses sympathy. "Sorry to keep you waiting. We didn't forget you."
"Hope not," Displaying an adoring smile at her presence, Dreamer manages to reply, "Cause if you did, I would miss you too damn much, Tavs."
"Oh, you're just saying that," Unconvinced by his words, Dream Girl holds her position.
For some reason, Dreamer takes a step forward from the doorway. He gives his answer by reaching for Dream Girl's waist. Pulling her close to him, the two exchange a warm embrace.
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