Man of my Dreams

I’m not really the type of girl to have dreams when I sleep. Or maybe I do, and I just end up forgetting them in the morning. But I can’t find any explanation on why these past few weeks, I am aware of all the happening in my dreams. It felt real, it looked real. I was talking to someone. A boy, to be exact. He is about my age, tall, athletic- looking, mesmerizing eyes and, shall I say, really really hot.the weird thing is, I only get these dreams at night. I know because I tried sleeping in the afternoon just to see if he is there, but all I got was a bad dream I’d rather not talk about because it humiliates me too much. It is hard not to fall for the guy. I mean, he is probably one of the hottest guys I’ve ever laid my eyes on. His brown eyes would make me want to melt when I look right through them and his voice was that of angels singing. He was actually quite funny and intelligent. As stupid as it might sound, I think I’m falling for the, literally, man of my dreams.

Oh, wait. Did I mention that this guy we’re talking about, this guy of my dreams, is Zayn Malik?