His hands, cold as ice. His heart, stone cold. His eyes glimmering gold. His face, perfect in every way. Who was I talking about? What was I describing? Perfection! Perfection in human form. These hands, these eyes, this heart and this face belonged to the boy of my dreams.
As I stared at him longingly, it was hard to believe that this kind of beauty was even imaginable. As I lifted up my head I realised I had been doing it again. Daydreaming. I felt like my heart had been torn in two, it felt so real. Oh how I wanted him to be real.
Today was just another dull day in the dreary old town of Nottingham. My life ran like clockwork. I got up, I ate breakfast, I went to school, I came home, I did my homework, I watched TV and then I went to bed.
I woke up this morning quite early and felt like I was being watched, and had been all night, by someone that didn't need to sleep, it was the strangest feeling.
As I came round, it didn't feel like a particularly special day. On the way to school I started thinking about my dream, the same dream I have every night, of course he was in it. I walked into biology, I couldn't believe my eyes, I pinched myself just to check I wasn't dreaming. There he was, sat on the empty desk next to me, my dream boy. He was perfect, the same in every way from the glimmering gold eyes to the perfect pale skin.
It turned out that my dream boy had a name, I could finally put a name to the face, his name was Edward. To me it seemed a little old fashioned, but it suited, him making him simply perfect in every way. Now I had him within my sights I couldn't let go. They say that you can find love at first sight and this definitely was it. Although I had seen him before in my dreams, to see him in person made it all the more believable. I looked at him and I thought that I had known him for years and I wasn't just about to say hello to him for the first time. I wanted to know why he was in my dreams. I wanted to know why was he here and most importantly, did he know me???