Whether Fiery and Intense or Tender and Sweet
Unannounced to Baljeet
Baljeet looked to his ornately decorated ceiling and gave a sigh. He couldn't sleep, not with the young man he adored currently occupying the mattress his parents had lay out on the floor beside his own bed for him—who appeared to be sound asleep. Lucky him.
Was it that crazy? Could it really be so out of the blue and insane as to be unrecognizable by someone such as the young man who lay on the floor near him?
Baljeet turned away from his sleeping friend, hoping that if he couldn't see him he could finally get some sleep of his own.
As he began to drift in the world of the mind in-between waking and sleeping, however, he found himself envisioning what he wished could be.
"Oh, Buford . . ." he mumbled in his state of near-sleep.
Baljeet, although as perceptive as he thought he was of the young man, was completely unaware that Buford had been wide awake the whole time.