Dreaming About Him

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" If she is amazing, she won't be easy, if she's easy then she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy. Truth is everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."
~ Bob Marley

      "Describe this dream." My friend Ally said with urgency in her voice.
        "Okay, okay, calm down," I said in a tired voice.
I then yawned and started explaining this dream I had about, I guess a boy. She looked at me with gray-ish blue eyes just itching to know every inch of detail of the dream. I closed my eyes and started at the beginning.

"I was standing at a, what looked sort of like a museum. Well I was going inside and I looked to be possibly seventeen and a half or maybe eighteen, but anyway, I walked in and I saw every guy I've ever liked or dated standing on display in a circle. And a shadow passed by fairly quickly, I might add. I decided to follow him. All the other guys were just standing there looking around, confused. Finally the mysterious boy ran out of the exit, what was even worse, I was so close to catching him but I couldn't. He was already outside so I followed him. Well, when I got outside I saw he had dark, brown hair, almost black, a chiseled jaw line, and maybe for a split second I saw he had maybe deep, hazel eyes that I could possibly get lost in. But he disappeared. And I didn't see him after that."

     "So that's it? And are you sure it wasn't possibly Kirk?"
      "Ally, Kirk is tall, he wasn't. He was a couple of inches, maybe one to two inches taller than me."
       "Hmm, well, it's just nearing the end of your sophomore year, you'll meet this mystery guy possibly during the summer or even next year... But until then-" she then checks her phone, " Kayla we better get to bed, it's 2:30 a.m., and we gotta be up by 9:00 a.m. for church."
        "Yeah, you're right, night."
         "Night." She said in a sleepy voice.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about him. How could I fall for someone I don't have a clue about? And I let my thoughts drift until I fell asleep, hoping to dream about him again.

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