Dreaming
A drabble by LM Simpson
Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H. 'Nuff said, people.
LM Simpson's tidbits (A/N): I'm bored and have writer's block for my other fanfics. So, pretty recently, I decided to challenge myself to get the creative juices flowing; the requirements included that it would have to be a drabble around 100 words long, be about nothing in particular, be in present tense, involve one of the guardians, and not mention any character by name. This is, um, what resulted…
The flame policy (see my profile for that) still applies, especially since this is my first true drabble!
(Throws toast to future reviewers)
Enjoy!
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It is past midnight. The young guardian is in her bed, getting a goodnight's sleep for once.
Like everyone else on this little planet does when they are asleep, she is dreaming. To be exact, she is dreaming about a boy—the one. She has met the boy with the brown hair in this way before, much more than she has in real life. It is the only way they can truly be together, all alone.
She is very close to him, closer than she has even been in her night reveries. Eager to at least hug him, she extends her arms, and then… Jackpot.
In the real world, the teen girl's lips curl into a smile…
THE END
A/N: So… Can you identify who I'm talking about? I'll give y'all a hint: if you read the comics, especially the seventh issue, it becomes pathetically obvious…
Have a good day, and thanks for reading!
Ja Ne!
LM Simpson