He looked to be in his early twenties. Maybe even my age or around there. He was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. We were the same height which means he was short since I'm only 5'3. I look down though to see that he is slightly crouched to make it look like we're the same height.
His eyes were a deep brown. I could see our surroundings reflected in them. He wore glasses that hipsters wear. The big round ones that not everyone can pull off. His face was clear of any markings.
His hair was short but had a fluff to it. It was the same color as his eyes maybe even darker. But it made you want to play with it.
We stared at one another. Unmoving. Barely breathing not even blinking. Like the trance we had on one another would break.
I don't know his name. Nor where he comes from. But he's familiar. Like I met him before. Something tells me I'm going to meet him again.
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Little Dreams
RandomMy dreams have been becoming more and more...... I don't know the word for it but I need somewhere to put them. Some are true to real life others are pieces of other people's life that I get a glimpse of. Now they are just in story form.
