Dream Song

Magic

        The world seemed to be standing still as he held my hand. Suddenly it began to rain outside. I got an idea and smiled. "Peter, let's go outside." "But it's pouring." He told me. "Exactly," I told him. He stared at me, but he seemed to get what I was saying. "May I have this dance?" He asked, holding out his hand. I curtsied dramatically. "It would be my pleasure." We ran out of the diner and began to dance in the rain. I was so happy I didn't care about how freezing the rain felt. Peter and I waltzed through the rain like a couple in a romance movie. Suddenly he stopped and reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a beautiful pink rose. "I was going to give this to you at the doorstep, but I figured now would be a better time." He handed me the rose gracefully. "You are my beautiful rose, Hannah." I was blushing pinker than the flower. "Thank you! It's so beautiful." I put the lovely flower in my hair and twirled happily. "Just like you," he whispered. My heart was so warm and fuzzy when he was looking at me. I have never had anyone feel that way about me before. "I like you, Hannah." He confessed to me, touching my face. "I like you too." It was as if time was slowing down and that we were the only people in the world.

Doorstep
It was getting late, and Peter had promised my mother that he would have me home by curfew, which was midnight.
  We drove back to Queens and pulled up to my house. Like a gentleman, he opened the door and held my hand as he walked me to the doorstep. "Thank you for coming with me tonight, Hannah. I enjoy your company." "Thanks for asking me. I had a wonderful time." Suddenly he began to lean in. He was about to kiss me! So I closed my eyes, and our lips met. It was a soft, innocent peck. It was perfect. "T-thank you." I was flustered. I didn't want to mention that it was my first kiss, but I think he could already tell. He smiled. "You've stolen my heart." I wanted him to kiss me again, but I knew that my mother was expecting me and he knew it too. "Thanks again, Peter. Call me when you get home." I told him. He bowed in his polite manner. "You have my word."
I chuckled. "See you." "Goodbye, Hannah." I watched him gracefully walk to his car and then drive away. I looked after him longingly. I fumbled for my house key and opened the door, nearly stumbling; that's what I got for wearing heeled boots on a date. "Hey, Hannah! How was it?" Mom called from the living room. "Mom! It was wonderful! He's wonderful! Life is wonderful!" She walked into where I was and chuckled. "I'm glad you're happy. Did he treat you well?" I nodded. "Yes, he was a perfect gentleman." "That's great news, Hannah. He seems perfect for you."
I touched my lips as if the kiss still lingered. "Peter is perfect. He's magical."
She laughed, "Sounds like it was a great night. Did he kiss you?" I was trying so hard not to grin, but I couldn't help myself. "Maybe..." "That's wonderful, but be careful. I don't want you heartbroken." That's was what I was grateful for; Mom was always there for me; after the pain we both went through, we needed to look out for each other. "I'll be careful, Mom. I know what I'm doing." "I know you do. You have a good head on your shoulders." She ruffled my hair. "Now, get some sleep, songbird." That was her nickname for me. "Goodnight, Mom. I love you." "Love you too," I said as I was walking up the stairs to my room.
I could feel myself glowing with happiness. Peter and I had a strong connection, and it was getting stronger by the minute. I don't know if it was just me glowing from the date or exhaustion due to staying out late.
After I had gotten ready to go to sleep, I was lying in my bed, scrolling through Instagram, when my phone rang, and as promised, it was Peter. "Hello," I said happily. "Hey, beautiful girl." He said lovingly. "Looks like you kept your promise." I flirted with him. "Of course, I always keep my promises." He replied. "That's good to know. Thank you for tonight. I had a wonderful time." I was missing him.
I know that's silly to feel, but I knew I would see him at school. "My pleasure. You're so lovely and fun to be around. I can't wait to get to know you more." "Ditto," I answered, smiling like an idiot. "I'll see you at school." "Can't wait. Goodnight, beautiful." "Good night, handsome." I closed my eyes, and beautiful dreams filled my mind.
I opened my eyes to see the most breathtaking view I've ever seen. My surroundings looked like 1940's New York. I was dressed in a pink silk dress with a white headband in my hair, and I wore white flats. There was a soft rainfall that made the setting more romantic. Peter was standing before me in the blink of an eye, his dark brown hair slicked back, and he was wearing a red suit, and he looked attractive. He smiled his handsome smile and held out his hand to me, and I gladly took it. We then danced to the waltz. The warm and calming energy flowed over both of us as he gave me a gentle kiss as we danced. Our connection was getting stronger. I could feel it in my heart and soul.