Happiness
I was eleven, I'd be leaving for Hogwarts in one week. I was excited and nervous, so maybe that's why I couldn't sleep. I glanced at my clock, it
was 1:53 AM. I sighed. Deciding there was nothing else for me to do, I quietly crept out of bed and tiptoed down the hall to my parent's room. I
leaned my head against the door and I could hear their quiet breathing. Quietly I opened the door, I knew I was supposed to knock but they
were asleep and I didn't want to wake them. Looking in I could see my mum facing away from my dad and his arms were wrapped around her
waist. She had a small smile on her face. It made me smile. They looked so happy, so in love. Normally, whenever I entered a room to find them
kissing I would make gagging noises and tell them to "get a room", but I was glad they kissed when they thought no one was around. It meant
they were still in love. I decided right then and there, that when I got married I wanted that. I wanted happiness like that. Where I'd smile in my
sleep, but I knew I'd have to be careful 'cause it was like Dad said, "If you blink you might miss her, so don't blink." I smiled as I crawled back
into bed. I'd have to remember not to blink.
Just in case.