The Dream

23 May 2011

It was all of a sudden. As she laid there, bits and pieces were all she could remember. The feel of his hand in hers as they lay on the cold ground. The perfect mesh of their bodies as they embraced. For some odd reason, she had loved his over bearing nature and his wittyness and outspoken personality. He may cross a few lines, but it was alright to her. She loved it. She loved him. His dark, highlighted shaggy hair, his dark skin, even his light-brown feux leather jacket. They laughed at everything that didn't fit; he was tall, she, in the lightest since of the word, was not; he was godly handsome, whereas she was just plain Jane; and yet, they were in love. They had just met, but fate had other plans for them. In this mismatched, topsy-turvey world, they were the perfect couple. Intact, she could still feel his back against hers, matched perfectly, when her eyes finally opened...