Have you ever experienced waking up from a dream, smiling deliriously, and feeling so frustrated all at the same time? Yes, all at the same time in that particular order.
Damn. It was the sweetest.
It started with a dinner, a wholesome meal for two, just catching up, talking, and somehow feeling that all-too-familiar attraction, complete with electricity and stolen glances. And the next thing I knew there was a sleight of hand, and yes a twist of faith, but nobody was waiting on a bed of nails, just a prolonged flirtation full of should I touch him or not, should I bat my lashes or not...
And as dreams go, we were suddenly walking hand in hand on the planks of an extremely long pool. (This is really a goddamn dream, planks anyone?) I can vividly remember my thoughts: "Is this really happening? Dear God, I love you! It's exactly how I imagined it would be!" Yes, just like when Phoebe hugged Brad Pitt on Friends.
And then the cheesiest thing happened. I was leaning like an idiot on his shoulders. And if that wasn't enough, he was pulling me closer to him, touching my hair, and wrapping his arms around my waist. I could have died right there and then.
For the grand finale, it was a combination of teen romance and soft porn. I was wounded, think Bella Swan at her finest. He rushed to my side, cupped my face, and hugged me with his breath so close to mine. All this time I was really believing that these events were actually happening; so I jumped on him, full-on cowgirl style and kissed him until we both couldn't breathe.
Then I heard the loud thud of my bedroom door. Of course, I was DREAMING! Man, I would cut my right arm just to see what would happen next. Stupid stupid door!
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