You'll be the sun.
I'll be the moon.
Just let your light come shining through, and when night comes, just like the moon.
I'll shine my light right back at you.
As the sun gradually begins to set, nightfall arrives. Contagious laughter that once was...
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"I went to sleep last night with a smile because I knew I'd be dreaming of you, but I woke up this morning with a smile because you weren't a dream." – Unknown
I remember when I was twelve, my parent's laughter would wake me up every morning. After searching for the source, I would always find them waltzing around the living room.
They were so mesmerized with each other, they wouldn't even notice I entered the room, until I made a noise loud enough. It was like a game. The moment I caught their gaze my dad would pull me closer en we would dance together. I was squeezed between them and always tried to escape. Looking back, I would give up anything just for a minute back in their arms.
I was brought out of my daydreaming with thé screeching sound of my boss's voice reminding us of all the hard work we had to do today.
"-and remember we're getting a visit from the CEO today. He's going to observe how you preform with judgements far greater then any you experienced in high school."
I stopped listening after that. I was too busy trying to calm my racing heart. I hated attention on me. It gave me anxiety like you couldn't believe. I never wanted to be in the spot light. I'd much rather be stuck behind the scenes.
I don't even like anyone I work with, except my best friend Sandy, not that I know anyone else. Speaking of Sandy:
"Girl, you really need to stop spacing out like that"
Deciding not to answer her verbally, I just shrug my shoulders. I know she isn't really impressed with my response but, I guess, she chose not to comment on it.
After going our separate ways and entering my office. I began reading manuscripts. My job was simple and I enjoyed it a lot. I had to read through manuscripts of my editors clients and send the best ones to him. It was basically my dream job. There isn't a lot of jobs where you get payed to read secluded from people.
While reading, time seemed to fly buy. I lost all sense of my surroundings. I didn't even hear my door opening, that's why his deep, honey-like, voice startled me.
"Miss Winters?"
Setting the book I was busy with down in record time, all my attention was on the man, no model, in-front of me. I was awestruck. He was tall, really tall, muscular, with rich brown eyes, long lashes framing them, dark locks of hair, plumb, kissable lips and a jaw line, like the ones you usually see on social media.
"Miss Winters." , he repeated with more certainty.
Finally snapping out of it I reply: "Yes, can I help you Sir?"
"Well if you're done checking me out, I'd like a turn too."
Then the unthinkable happend. A grin streched across his face. I was dumbfounded.
