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Sweet dreams are meant to be kept in mind and be reminded always, and so I do.

The guy of my dreams, sweet and caring he is. Handsome-looking such that every girl would be drunk in his dark brown eyes. He had chosen me, a plain-looking girl but looks good in anything she wears. And here's how the story goes :


We were the MCs for some night performance or it might be a campfire of some kind that was to be held in school. We arrived in school at about 7 plus when the final run-through was scheduled at 9am.
We went to the girls' toilet at the backstage and locked ourselves in. The floor was sparkling clean that enables us to see our reflection in it and we sat down, side-by-side, reading a book and munching on crackers.
As time went by, I began to feel sleepy and was yawning away. He's so sweet as to offer me his lap, so warm and relaxing that I doze off soon after.

He kissed me on my right cheek, a kiss so warm and gentle, I aroused from my nap and stared into his eyes, a pair of eyes filled with love, an abyss of love. I seem to sink deep down.
"He's so charming!?"
That's all that goes in my mind. I struggled to keep to my senses and so I managed to.
I looked past him, still lying on his lap, looking at the clock. Oh my god! It's 9.20am! We were late for the rehearsal. But the pair of eyes has the ability to make everything seems unimportant. We are late for the rehearsal I said dreamingly, still lost in his sweet gaze.

"Let's go then,” he helped me up and smoothen his shirt.
We took our bags and unlocked the door, with him holding my hands. At the instance he opened the door, we saw the stern looking face of the teacher-in-charge. We exchanged glances and read the thoughts off each other’s mind. He knew I was worried and returned a look reassuring me, nothing is going to happen to us. The teacher had a puzzled look but he urged us to move on, everyone is waiting for us to start the rehearsal.

Phew! What a close shave! The rehearsal was a success and we were given the rest of the day off before the performance that night. We went for lunch-cum-dinner, shop around and felt bored not long after. Thus we left for school again, returning to the world of our own. We rested, but this time round, I ensured that we will not be late for the actual performance.

During the campfire, we enjoyed ourselves and were the best partners ever seen. We were able to predict what we were going to say without the help of the scripts and it was seen as the best performance ever held in school.
I wore a black T-shit with shiny pink imprinted words, the sari-type of skirts and a pair of black boots, while he wore a navy-blue short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black cargo pants with a pair of light-blue sport shoes.
So casual but full of charm!
We singed and dance to the rhythm of the music, enjoy ourselves. The ambience was that of a pub when it is happy hours, with the sky sparkling due to the stars and the accessories hung to bring out the theme of the campfire.

The campfire ended with a song and everyone dancing around, dancing in their own unique steps. I wasn't paying much attention to him, blended into the crowds of happy students, when suddenly a pair of warm hands touched my face and the next thing I know was that his face, in front of me and his warm thin lips on mine.
I was shocked and my eyes were opened. But soon I closed my eyes, absorbed by his kiss and I subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck causing him to be pulled nearer.
The kiss so slow and soft and I could smell him, the smell of a man. The innocent kiss turned into a French kiss, with our tongue entangled in each other’s month, tasting the sliver and sweet secrete. We were totally engrossed in the kiss, not caring about what is happening around, we kissed in the public, before the eyes of all and slowly, the images faded...

I awoke from the dreams...




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