Dream 1
I wake up, on a beautiful saturday morning, to a knock on my door. My long strawberry blonde hair tide in a perfect bun, resting on my soft pillow. Still in my bed, I stretch my long legs under the blankets before moving them. I roll out of the covers, and onto my feet. With a big Yawn, I give my naked eyes rub and slowly start to move my feet towards the door. Checking the clock I see it's 10:05... Shit, i'm late! Sprinting down the stair I almost lost Fuzzy slipper. Looking at the door, still running, I see a figure of a boy. I grasp the door handle and swing The door open. Only to see him. His beautiful brown eyes, perfectly combed short hair, and gorgeous smile lighting the room.
He says "your late but I'm willing to make an exception,only you can make purple Pj, and yellow fuzzy duck slippers look that cute"
I look down at my outfit that doesn't match at all. Then look at him wearing a blue DC sweater, jeans with little rips in them, and black Vans with late laces.
"Well who am I trying to impress?" I said with a sarcastic tone, and cocking my head to the side.
"You're right, i'm just some random lunatic at your doorstep bagging you for spare change..." he says with cupping his hands. "or..." he step inside and closed the door. An evil smirk appeared on his face. "Taking it by force"and he lifted me up on to his shoulder, like a fireman, saying "give me all your money." Waking thought out the whole house pretending to look for money.
"Never!" I say sounding like a pirate, barely even getting out the word in between laughing so hard. I lost both of my slippers " Be careful."
Still laughing, he puts me down, sitting softly on the couch. My legs hanging over his. His left hand wrapped around my back. His right hand has turned into a gun were his fingers touch my head. Our faces no more than 5cm apart.
Trying not to smile, he says " any last words" looking deep into my green eyes.
I look down and place my hands on his hips, l look back up to see the big brown eyes hadn't stop looking at my face. I lick my dry lips and whisper "I love you."
His eyes drift from my eyes to his right hand, which turned from a gun to stroking my hair. I close my eyes for a split second, only to feel the his warm lips pushed up against mine. His arms pull me in closer so are body's touch with one another. My heart flutters with happiness and love.
He slowly starts to pull away, releasing his tight grip. Our eyes start to slowly open.
When he says "I love you too" and we shared another kiss.
