Dreamer {Paused For Editing}

When I wake up, I smile and giggle. I’ve had the dream again. My dream was about the same guy and the same things.
His amber eyes light up the park around us, and we’re sitting looking at the stars. We lay on a picnic blanket that looks set out just for the occasion. I don’t really know what the occasion is. His hands are running through my hair.
“Soft,” he says and it makes he shiver a little. Just the occasional sleep shiver.
The sad thing is that it always ends the same way: his soft lips come towards mine and I regret not putting chap stick on, and then I wake up. It doesn’t really disappoint me because I think that’s the only way that i’ll get close to a hot guy.