A/N: So i was writing a presentation i gotta do for thursday, and Digital Love by Daft Punk came on. Reminded me of a girl i like. So this ones for her. Its short, but sweet. Read, enjoy, review. Thats how we roll :)

Last night I had a dream about you

That was nothing normal. She was such an integral, unmoving, ever-present part of his life, a part of his thoughts, it was an unusual night when he didn't dream about her. Maybe it sounded weird, slightly odd, but she completed his thoughts. He had a good night's sleep when she figured in his dreams. He always would, for the rest of his life, this was for sure.

In this dream I'm dancing right beside you

But this dream was slightly different. Rather than just her, he was there too. An Air Nomad gathering, all his old friends from before and after the iceberg, and her. Music flowed around, the melodies drawn out of the instruments by the monks and nuns almost tangible in their breathtaking beauty, and he and Katara were the centre of attention. Once again. An almost exact replica of their dance in the Fire Nation School dance party.

And it looked like everyone was having fun
the kind of feeling I've waited so long

Rarely has a dream ever been so perfect. He knew during the dance in that cave deep in the heart of the Fire Nation that any time he spent dancing with Katara would forever be among his most treasured and happy memories, of a time when he could forget about being the Avatar, forget about defeating Ozai and enjoy a few minutes of solitude and close contact with a girl he had loved for months at this point, but stretching into years now. The kind of, perfect, feeling that only one girl brought to him.


Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rythm gets stronger

The dream takes a turn for the better. Aang didn't even think it was possible, but their routine from the dance party ends. Aang expects the usual to happen, for her to turn, and walk away and for the sunshine to hit his face, ended the wonderful moments he has savoured so much with light and the knowledge that she is in the next room. But instead, she pulls him closer to her, and he enjoys her warmth, her touch, the music slowing to a gradual, smooth beat, the dull thump of the drums mixing with the slow, sweet melodies of the wind instruments, and the deep wails of the tsungi horns.

The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around too

Never have his dreams gone this far. Usually they consist of him admiring her beauty, her brilliance. But she is in his arms, and he is in hers. Bodies pressed together, they move as one in time with the heart-wrenching tune being conjured out of the musicians various instruments, her head against his shoulder as his world has stopped. He cannot breathe without breathing in her scent, unique, and his favourite in the world. His hands on her back are below her smooth, waist long hair, and he can feel her warm breath on the side of his neck. It is perfect. Katara is perfect.

But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it this dream was all gone