Before I start, I would just like the world-at-large to appreciate the fact
that I am in no way trying to pass this off as a true account of any sort.
I know better. I don't mean to imply anything libelous by writing this, I
just wanted to tell about the lovely little dream I had and how it helped
me to sleep and made me happier. Be nice!
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night suddenly unable to sleep. I don't remember why—something during the day had bothered me and was suddenly plaguing me and keeping me awake. You know how a thought can worry at your mind at that time of the night? You can't seem to get it out of your head, and even if it's nothing big—nothing really to worry about, you can't seem to stop thinking about that one little thing. I was having that problem. I was about halfway between sleep and awake, but my brain really wanted the sleep. So I entered this dream-ish state. I can't fully call it dreaming because I wasn't awake, but I wasn't entirely asleep either. I don't think I had much conscious control over my brain.
In my head, though, suddenly, there were arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to a warm body. My arms went around his neck, and our foreheads pressed together. We were both smiling and laughing and just reveling in being there, together. It was one of those moments just before you get up the nerve to kiss—you know? That extreme closeness with just a bit of awkwardness mixed in. But we were both smiling, happy, giggling. I think we both wanted to kiss each other and had come to the realization that we were both desired and loved by the other person at the same time. It was fantastic. I pulled my head back just slightly and planted three tiny kisses right in a row down the bridge of his nose. "You have," I said between kisses, "The best nose in the entire world." He laughed, embarrassed. He looked up at me, though he was much taller than me, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the spark of wit and humor behind the smile in his eyes and it made me smile even harder. We stayed like that for a moment, just smiling. Then he leaned forward and kissed me. Softly and gently, but at the same time with a gentle passion.
Just about then I fell asleep, and of course I don't remember anything further. But now, every time I can't sleep, all I have to do is remember Douglas Adams coming to me in my dream. I'm warm and happy and I feel safe. Then it's with a hint of sadness and a whole lot more humour that I go to sleep, safe and happy.
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night suddenly unable to sleep. I don't remember why—something during the day had bothered me and was suddenly plaguing me and keeping me awake. You know how a thought can worry at your mind at that time of the night? You can't seem to get it out of your head, and even if it's nothing big—nothing really to worry about, you can't seem to stop thinking about that one little thing. I was having that problem. I was about halfway between sleep and awake, but my brain really wanted the sleep. So I entered this dream-ish state. I can't fully call it dreaming because I wasn't awake, but I wasn't entirely asleep either. I don't think I had much conscious control over my brain.
In my head, though, suddenly, there were arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to a warm body. My arms went around his neck, and our foreheads pressed together. We were both smiling and laughing and just reveling in being there, together. It was one of those moments just before you get up the nerve to kiss—you know? That extreme closeness with just a bit of awkwardness mixed in. But we were both smiling, happy, giggling. I think we both wanted to kiss each other and had come to the realization that we were both desired and loved by the other person at the same time. It was fantastic. I pulled my head back just slightly and planted three tiny kisses right in a row down the bridge of his nose. "You have," I said between kisses, "The best nose in the entire world." He laughed, embarrassed. He looked up at me, though he was much taller than me, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the spark of wit and humor behind the smile in his eyes and it made me smile even harder. We stayed like that for a moment, just smiling. Then he leaned forward and kissed me. Softly and gently, but at the same time with a gentle passion.
Just about then I fell asleep, and of course I don't remember anything further. But now, every time I can't sleep, all I have to do is remember Douglas Adams coming to me in my dream. I'm warm and happy and I feel safe. Then it's with a hint of sadness and a whole lot more humour that I go to sleep, safe and happy.