I find myself sitting on a red and white checkard picnic blanket in the middle of a field of wild flowers, alone. Soon I'm joined by the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. He stands at 6 foot 2 with brown hair and deep golden brown eyes. His beard is shaved and his youth shines through the half smile of his lips. He is wearing jeans and a plain gray t shirt with black tennis shoes.
"Hello, beautiful" I hear him say as he approaches the blanket. I stand to greet him. My arms wrap around his neck and his arms wrap around my waist. I must strain on my tiotoes to achieve this hug, but it's worth every calf cramp. Daniel releases my and plants a kiss on my forehead.
"Hey, handsome " I reply just as his lips leave my forehead. We both sit on the blanket and begin to remove the food from the basket. Although I just I had dinner, I'm fammished! It seems Daniel knew that already by the way he packed our basket. I pull out two thick turkey sandwiches, two bags of chips, a giant bowl of fruit, a gallon of tea, a container of cookies, some veggies and dip, and condiments for the sandwiches. "Hungry much?" I ask, teasing this boy I loved so much.
"I was just thinking of you and your love for food," he replied simply. He began to unwrap one of the sandwiches and placed a tomato and pickles on the bun. He handed it to me knowing exactly what I wanted without even asking.
I scooted my hips closer to him, wanting to be close enough to touch. I see him prepare his own sandwich and bring it up to his handsome, full lips. We hadn't had our first kiss, but I had felt his upon my forehead and cheek. Each kiss he placed upon my skin sent a tingle to every fiber of my being. I longed for the nights when I got to see him.
After we finished all the food he had brought, I sat between his legs and rest my head upon his chest. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he placed his hands on my abdomen. Together, we took in the beautiful field of flowers where we sat. He removed one hand to pick a beautiful daisy neck to the edge of the blanket. He skillful tucked it behind my ear and replaced his hand on my belly. I few moments later I feel his hands on my forearm shaking me awake, and out of the hazy fog.
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The Man of My Dreams
Random~I'm in the mood to write, but that'll only last a couple minutes. This is a random story I pulled off the top of my head~ The only perfect man is the one you make up in your head. When Quinn dreams about her one true love, it's hard to wake her up...