Dakota

A summer nights Dream

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

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Here or there, where do I pray? Upon which stone would you hear me?

I beg of you to feel my heart and take my love for I cannot bear

The distance between us is like a never ending pain, I want to care

For your most beloved eyes, I wish to kiss each moment of every day

To lay down beside you and dream with you each night

Sweet summer warmth, carry me, the strength for you to see at last

That I am the one for you and you are the one for me, no doubt

I am fulfilled to know this is a summer night and magic is in the air

We can fall in love, this summer night we can just dream ourselves together

Be quick and run towards your lover, fulfil your deepest desire

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I turn my head around only to be greeted by a blinding light from a car. Shielding my eyes with the use of my jacket clad arms, I shouted,

“What the hell?”

When the headlights dim down, I notice, unmistakable silvery blue eyes. Heat is rushing from my pulse, like it doubled the beating. I took a deep breath, and kept my eyes straight. Like if looks could kill, he’s probably dying right now. He got out from his car, closed the door violently, and pace towards me.

“What are you doing here, in a midnight? Goddamn You!” he nearly shouted. This time, I hide the urge to wrap my arms around him. This time, I try to compose myself, and just act serene.

“Walking is good for the health.” I muttered.

“Well if it’s in the middle of night, no princess.” He said, sighing exasperatedly. And he called me Princess, right?

“Well, why are you here too?”

“This is my street. And you still didn’t answer my first question.” He demanded; both hands on his jeans pocket.

“I answered it.” I said, tucking a hair behind my ear.

“The truth Princess.” He’s eyes were daunting, daring me to say the truth, nothing but only the truth.

“I want to see you...” +I want to care

For your most beloved eyes, I wish to kiss each moment of every day

To lay down beside you and dream with you each night+

I want to add those words that I’ve remembered and cherished from Shakespeare’s piece, A Midsummer Night’s dream. But I think it will just worsen my situation, our situation.

“In the middle of night, you are incredulous. Get in the car, I’ll take you home.” He started to go back to his car, but stop in his tracks when I say,

“I don’t want to go home.” My voice was superior and determined. I’m not even planning to move my legs.

“You see me now, happy? Now you owe me, make me happy too. I want you to get in the car, and I’ll take you home.” He said. Furrowing my eyebrows, I walk towards the direction of the woods. I heard him cursing a word, and following behind me.

A strong hand grasps my wrist, turning me around. “I’m taking you home whether you like it or not.” He whispered, furiously. “I said I don’t want to! Do you know what will I just get if I sleep again tonight? I will just be dreaming about, about you... I am not sure if it’s really you, but believe me. The way that guy speak, his eyes, his touch, it was like you Alec.” I said, desperately trying not to burst tears, because of the sudden confession.

“Do you know how it kills me, when in the morning I wake up, and suddenly realizing that our love is just part of my dream?” I know he couldn’t understand what I’m saying, because even me, I couldn’t.

I’m not really a crying type of person. But as he stared at me curiously and guiltily, I found my eyes shedding tears. And my heart is pulsing vigorously.

He suddenly wraps his arms around me, letting me rest my head onto his chest. At this moment, I wonder why I don’t feel any urge to do what I wanted to do, at those few days. I just stayed there, contentedly hearing and feeling his heart as it beats. Listening to his shallow breathing...

“You know what; you can just call if you wanted to see me. And I’m sorry if the last time we saw each other, I’ve been a jerk.”

I can feel his thumb creating random circles at my back, his chin resting on the crown of my head, like it belonged to each other, perfect, almost.       

Please, don’t say to me that this is part of my dream.

Oh please, I’m begging that this moment is truly happening.