He is a Dream

Author's note: I just finish editing this work so there are some parts that are different from the previous version but the story is still the same and I decided to turn this into a general fiction instead of a short story. Hope you like the new version. Thank you for reading.

I woke up at someone shaking me by my shoulder so I looked up to see who it was coming from and I'm met with a pair of hazel eyes staring right at me. From my viewpoint, I can tell that if I stand he will be towering over my 5'5" height.

"The bus is here." He told me and I noticed how cool his voice is.
"I bet you're a great singer." I said without even thinking then I realized I was thinking out loud.
"What?"
I mentally slapped my face for that embarrassing slip of the tongue but luckily he did not hear it.

"I mean... the great bus is here. We don't wanna miss it, do we?" ...