He had a brown corduroy jacket, dark khaki slacks and a dark shirt...looking utterly gorgeous. We were chatting with my mom and my sisters. He was having an interesting conversation with my sister about her favorite thing...Music. I look around and we're at a small table in a kitchen that did not look familiar. Small, beige walls and cozy. I felt happy and calm. He was my boyfriend.
I knew it was noon-ish because of the soft light coming through the windows and though he has met the family before he was visiting again and everything was going so nice. Joking...laughing...the way he spoke politely, smooth and with interest. They liked him.
He says a joke and they laugh casually. I stare with my fist on my cheek smiling because he just fits so right. Playfully, I crack a joke at him—a response to his joke. He blushes and stands up as if he's had enough of the abuse around women and wants to leave. I stand up and go after him giggling at his silliness and assure him "I was kidding!" He refuses to look at me as I skip in front of him and restrain him with my arms in a tight hug. I laugh again as he twists his face away from me hiding a smirk and says "No, I'm leaving." while shaking his head. "Awww! I was just teasing! Are you mad?" But I know better. He's loving this and starts to give in. I reach up, still smiling, and look into his bright eyes. Just as I'm about to kiss him I feel a fierce nudge....
Neri, wake up! It's late! I'm leaving in half hour!
My sister wakes me up just as I was about to kiss Went.
I'm not a morning person. Never have been. She uses force and an attitude to wake me quick cuz she knows I won't. And when she does I lash out at her with a swear or two. Not this time though. This time I begin to laugh. Laugh hysterically...freaking her out. And just then I tell her, "You fucking bitch! I was just about to kiss Went! And you woke me!!!" I was Laughing so hard I clapped. She stares and starts to laugh too. "Sooo sorry..." she says genuinely and puts a hand on my quilt. "I am soo sorrryyy!" I continue to laugh on my pillow as she leaves to shower.
He's still there.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
He's still there....
at
7:06 PM
Labels: Dream, Me, Wentworth Miller
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*sigh*
*dreamy sigh*
Why are the best dreams always in the morning when you risk waking up?
It's not fair!
I want to dream of Went, too! Corduroy? Khaki? He smelled of chocolate and Kenzo after-shave, didn't he?
2.10 AM. Dammit.
Now I definitely won't go to sleep..
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
SERIOUSLY!! Your sister had to wake you on that part,huh!?
Awww man!
I haven't had a dream with Went in almost a year now, I guess....I miss him in my dreams.
And you lucky ho had him last night *slaps desk* lol.
How did you felt around him? TOO COMFY RIGHT? RIGHT???
That's what I always felt when I dreament of him *sigh*
I miss you posting love.
*wink*
i know Beige! the mysteries of the universe! WHY DAMMIT!?! I always wonder that if you don't wake up you won't remember it. The dream will just pass and on to another. I heard somewhere that if you wake up in a the middle of a dream, that's the one you remember. Don't know if it's true though. I didn't get a whiff of him though but i felt him in my arms. I'll take that. lol! Gosh, it was soo him too huh? Corduroy! No Jeans! Only Went.
But i wont say who he was before he became went. That dream was longer but it's fuzzy now.
*sigh*
It was comfy Van! Like a normal effing day. He looked over dressed for the humble surroundings of the kitchen (and me, cuz i had PJ's on...??? *shakes head*) which made him look even more gorgeous. Cuz he was there nonetheless. So depressing. Thanks, love!
First I had a goofy grin on my face.
Then I wanted to scream at your sis for waking you up.
Now I'm cracking up at you being able to laugh when I know I'd be throwing a fit.
I miss you.
Revenge. This calls for revenge.
LOL SM. a roller coaster of emotions, i know, i was there too.
Miss you mucho too!
Thank you, Erica. Exactly. I'll get her one day.
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