Just Love

Daydream

Daydream- Pleasant thoughts about your life or future that you have while you are awake: satisfying visionary usually with wishful creation of the imagination.

MARCUS'S POV

My brain churns with hysterical thoughts, I sent an invitation letter early afternoon yesterday wondering if Macy would like to meet up at the Lakewood art museum tonight, and my mind is doing the opposite of calming. It was a blizzard of harsh jitters, not knowing if she would come. I'm feeling some excitement with a hint of fear.

It's about mid-afternoon and since I woke up this morning my insides couldn't stop screaming Macy. After our date at the coffee shop my heart throbs to know her, she's like a radiant rainbow, with her colorful mind and enthralling beauty. I know I just saw her yesterday but it feels like ages since I've seen her vibrant jade eyes glisten.

I constantly daydream about her presence, from the first time I saw her she left a permanent stain in my Perception. Everything about Macy is alluring, almost magical or extraordinary. She is this mix of charisma and fascination with veneers of fragile artistry.

"Bro." I head loud snaps contemptuously collapsing my inattentiveness,"Pay attention."

Floyd attempts to wake me from my daydream.

"Sorry." I apologize, embarrassed for letting a girl smudge my focus.

Floyd and I work at as an accountant at New York Consolidating, checking the finance records and keeping track of the money spent within the business. Him and I both applied for the job and consequently we were both hired, because we have friendship history it makes us good work partners.

I direct my full attention back to the computer screen aimlessly punching numbers into the computer.

"So... You never told me how your date with Macy went." Floyd grins with amusing eyes.

"It went very well, why?" I choose my words carefully because Floyd is one to mess around.

"Very well? Discover any kinks about her yet?"

"No."

His eyebrows dance,"Get any action, son?" A full smirk riding his face.

I ignore his question, trying to prevent further of this playful tease. Frankly, it's none of Floyd's business what happens between me and Macy. If we want to take things slow that's our private decision- not his.

"C'mon, c'mon man." He mocks, evilly laughing.

I shoot him a death stare, hoping to end this entire thing. "Alright, I'm done," he raises his hands in surrender.

This day seemed to be dragging, my work ethic had been horrible today. The intense anticipation of tonight is gnawing on my dexterity, I'm hazed by the mere thought of us being together again, but I foolishly invite these types of contemplation to ravage my mind.

I rush the rest of the day, trying to make up for my earlier slacking in the morning. I figure, if I accelerate my progress I can sanguinely get granted to leave early, buying me more time to get ready for my date with Macy.

I promptly brisk through all my files, I finish up sending all my client emails, zooming through my work.

"Hey. Marcus you've been working hard, you can leave if you want." My boss walks into my shared office with Floyd, Giving me the news I've been waiting all day for.

"Really? Thank you so much." I breath a sigh with relief.

"No problem. Thanks for working so hard, it's appreciated." He smilies while trailing out my door.

Floyd is currently in a meeting so write him a note mentioning I'm leaving early, placing it on his keyboard, so he doesn't think I've gone missing. One time I left early and he actually went looking for me- without even thinking to call me.

I practically fly down the staircase, running to my car so I can have extra time to prep for my date. Even though I have plenty of time, the kindling worry ablaze in the back of my head is breeding a lot of uneasiness.

I drive a couple digits above the speed limit, proving how mad I am about her. Impatiently waiting in traffic, thinking about the rejection I possibly might have to face tonight.

When I arrive at my flat, I shakily unlock my door, flying the door shut after me. I quickly pace to my closet, looking for some nice clothes to wear.

I decide on a creme button down with a brunette jacket, I style my hair into quiff adding gel to shape.

I double check everything before leaving my flat, making sure I have my wallet, keys, and sense of style.

As soon as I egress my apartment complex I'm plagued with angst, my mind cloudy with restlessness. I can't stop thinking about wether or not she'll turn up.

When I arrive at the Museum my anxiety is snowballing because of how close I am of unearthing her feelings for me, if she show up it means she likes me, if she doesn't it means there is nothing for me.

I check the clock on my watch, realizing I'm a little early, so I decide to take a small walk to hopefully calm some of my nerves. As I'm basically pacing frantically around the perimeter of the museum, discouraging thoughts fog my collectiveness.

I look at the time, it's 6:00, She should be here. Trying to prepare myself for if she doesn't show, I need to assemble my composure, so if the worst does happen my cool doesn't explode.

I park myself on a bench out front taking deep breaths to settle my raging anxiousness, honestly, I want to die from how pathetic and over-dramatic I'm being.

Just when I'm about 2 steps away from a breakdown, I see a small figure ambling towards me.

Macy.

She's wrapped in peppered ivory coat, with her hand trudged into the pockets.

"Marcus." She softly whispers, her chocolate hair slightly ruffled from the whipping cold wind whirling around her face.

Not being able to contain myself I Impulsively envelop Macy into a hug, curling her towards my chest. And victoriously she hugs back, coiling her hands around my abdomen.

When the embrace unfortunately ceases I remember what it's like to be with her: bliss.

"You came?"

"Of course I would come, Marcus."

"Listen, it's around dinner time would you like to eat?"

"Sure." A light smile is frosted on her cherry lips.