You Know Your Rights!

Better in My Dreams

I know when the wind blows, wind blows
Feels better in my dreams though, dreams though
I just wanna sleep forever
Please just let me leave forever

I don't need an antidote, antidote
I don't need an antidote, antidote
I don't need need an antidote, forever

We don't wanna drive slow, drive slow
Speed up with our eyes closed, eyes closed - Joji

When I woke up the next day I saw you still quietly asleep. It was almost comforting to see you like this. It was so calm and serene. Your body was so still it was almost as if you were dead. I felt so scared for liking to see you like this, but I realized how stupid that would be to think that way. Our natural states are death. In sleep, at birth, and in the end. If that wasn't the case then we were just merely surrounded by it too much.

I didn't want to disturb you, so I quietly slipped out of your grip, and into the kitchen. My cooking was never top-notch, but it was good enough that you never regurgitated it into our apartment's toilet. Your stomach was always funny, so I just decided to go with fruit oatmeal and toast. I couldn't burn oatmeal after all. When I walked back out into our living room I saw that you were awake. You were still tired, but you still somehow mustered up enough energy to change the channels.

I quickly went next to your side, and sat the oatmeal in front of you on our small table. You looked down at it then looked back up towards me to thank me. I nodded slightly as you began to silently eat the food I placed infant of you. 

It was quiet for a while. We were just laying back, being lazy, and looking at our television set. We weren't really paying attention to it until Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses came on MTV startling us slightly. We looked at each other slightly irritated, but still confused nonetheless.

"Clar, who the fuck is this?"

"Kurdty, I don't know. It's probably just another generic hair metal band from California."

"Yeah, that's true, but I didn't know they could be so mediocre and suck so badly."

I chuckled at your observation. "Kurdt, they are really popular right now. They are the new it thing right now."

"Well that just goes to prove my point."

"What?"

"That everything that is popular is not fucking good."

I laughed at bit louder at your bluntness.

"Clar, stop laughing! You know it's true!" You said feigning angriness with me.

"Yeah, well give me another example!" I challenged you playfully.

"Euro-pop! That fucking sucks!"

"How dare you!", I said drawing my hand to my chest acting hurt, "Just because Flock of Seagulls exists doesn't mean the whole genre sucks!" I stated acting to be angry as well.

You knew  I had a soft spot for The Cure which was the only reason why I considered Euro-pop to be a great genre. You always used this to pick on me, and I could never be mad at you because 1) I'm a sick fangirl over their music, and I know that to be a fact. And 2) Because I could never remain mad at you. You were too special to me to get mad at over petty squabbles and disagreements.

When I looked up at the television set I realized we spent more time arguing over the music than actually listening to it. But that didn't matter. I always had fun talking to you about music, no matter what the genre, song, or band was.

After a few minutes of me laying down head first in your lap and you just playing with my hair as we watched MTV we decided to get up, and do something. You told me that you had a surprise for me, and to just get dressed so we can go out.

I complied but on the way there I just kept pestering you on where we were going. You would not answer despite me just pestering the hell out of you. I felt nothing , but excitement and giddiness despite me feeling them continuously tugging at not only my heart string but my mind.

I wondered what was going on, and where we were going , but you always knew how to treat a girl. You always bought me down to my knees in tears. I was sure that you would do the same that day as well.

I fell asleep, but you shook me awake to tell me that we were here. I was in nothing, but pure shock when I looked around. We were in the same park from our first date back in high school. I felt so happy I began to break down and cry on newly wet grass covered in dew. When I looked down I saw nothing, but green but when I looked up I saw the rain clouds about to completely consume the sun in all it's shine glory.

I chuckled sadly to myself. 'I must be bad luck. It always rains when I'm around you.'

Before I knew it you were holding me tightly from behind with your arms stretched out in front of me embracing me fully in your body heat.  Your head rested on top of mine as you began to speak to me.

"Clar."

"Hmm?"

"You know I love you right?"

I nodded my head almost frantically to answer you.

"You know I'd do anything for you and always protect you right?"

"Yes of course. I'd do the same."

"Great because I want you to have this."

Your hand began to shuffle through your body to find something. When you found it you lifted my hair and slid it around my neck.

When I looked down I saw a small silver necklace with a simple traditional ring around it.

"Clarisse Witherfield will you please do me the honors of being my wife?" 

At your words I began to shake uncontrollably. No drug, therapist, or alcohol could make me feel happier than you just did in those very moments.

I immediately turned around to hug you back. I began to cry uncontrollably not caring about you seeing my vulnerability. After all you were my husband now. 

"Of course! I love to be!" I began  peppering your face with nothing but affection and kisses as I began to run my fingers through your hair. Being with you feels like I'm in a dream. In that case I want to be asleep forever. It feels better in my dreams.