The Dream
What brilliant blue eyes.
That's all I saw of him in that first dream. I thought that when I went to bed the next night that I wouldn't see those eyes again. But I was pleasantly surprised when the dream began the exact same way, seeing those intense blue eyes. This time though, I saw more of him. His whole body actually, and boy what a pretty picture that was. He was tall, a good six-foot four, built like a mountain, and cascading blonde hair that fell just below his shoulders. He had a smirk that made women swoon, and it sure did.
The dream ended there, and as soon as I woke up the second time, I knew that I had just been ruined for all other men.
It continued like that every night for about a month. Each dream we got to know each other better. He told me his name was Eric, and that he was a writer, fiction mostly. He lived in New York for a few years before moving to the country.
I began to feel like I was falling for him, he laughed at all my bad jokes, and listened to every word I had to say.
In one dream I decided that we should go for a walk, since we were always sitting under a big oak tree, and never really saw anything past it. When we started walking down a path that had magically appeared in front of the tree, Eric grabbed my hand, and entwined his fingers with mine. It made my heart skip a few beats.
As the path winded down the hill from the oak tree, I began to realize where I was. My dream was conveniently located at my childhood home in Michigan. I laughed as I pointed out different landmarks to Eric, recanting a million different memories from my youth.
We stopped at my favorite tree, a Japanese Cherry Blossom, (in full bloom, by the way). I told him how when my dog died, I ran to this tree and cried for hours. It felt like, at the time, that the tree was comforting me. I laughed when I said that. When I glanced up at Eric, I realized that he had a very serious look on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he said that every living thing has a spirit, and that the tree was no different. I apologized to him, not knowing that what I said would upset him.
All of a sudden he pulled my body to him and put my face in his hands. He looked deep into my eyes and said those three words that every girl dreams, (literally,) of hearing. "I love you." Just as he was leaning in to kiss me, I woke up.
When I got to school that morning I was in a very bad mood. The only thing keeping me from unleashing an unholy hell upon the school were my best friends Sara and Angie.
"Relax Lilly," Sara said, "we have a sub today in Lit, and he is gorgeous!"
I smiled, though inwardly I wanted to scream, no one could ever live up to Eric, the man of my dreams. We walked into class and sat down in our seats just before the bell rang. The sub was talking to another teacher, his back was to me, but he looked familiar. The other teacher walked out when the final bell sounded. I looked down at my notebook and started doodling as the sub began roll-call, his voice sounded familiar. He stopped just short of my name,
"Lillian Charity?" he whispered.
"Here!" I yelled, finally looking up from my doodles into the most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen. Holy hell.