One In A Dozen

June 17 ~ Corbyn Wayne

Mable didn't come to the bakery this morning for her muffins and tea. I hope everything okay. I'm sure I'm just over thinking it, she's fine isn't she? I mean maybe she is just sick or they went on vacation or something, or maybe she slept in. I'm sure I'm over thinking all of this. I'm sure she will be back soon. But she's never not come in the morning.

I had my first dream of her last night. It was amazing. It was Mable her mother and father, and my moms and we went on a big triple date. We went to dinner at the local pizza place and her father and I talked sports while Mable her mom and my moms talked about fashion or something along the lines of that. I looked over at her and those crystal blue eyes were sparkling and as if her eyes were telling me a story, a story filled with happiness and joy. When she smiles, her whole face lights up and it's the cutest thing ever! Her nose wrinkles and she squints her eyes, and shows her bright white teeth with the smallest of gap in between her two front teeth. She is by far the most breath taking girl I have seen in my life. The next I see her I'm going to introduce myself and ask her if she would like to go out to dinner with me sometime. I am going to love her deeply and whole heartedly.