Theme: 19) Happy
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Thinking of We
When he dreams about his future, he can't see anybody but her; in her bustless glory—bright smile, pigtail strings, frying pan, and book eyes.
He'll always wake up in the morning tasting sunny-side-ups in his nose and feeling the sunshine dance to his toes. And if it's not her, he thinks, it'll be him. He'll be stuffed in a silly, little girl's apron, under-cooking his pancakes and hoping she just laughs instead of throwing them back on the pan and telling him they need at least five more minutes on the thing.
He'll always make fun of her frilly pillows, catch one before it makes it to his face, and throw it back, only to receive half a dozen in his gut. He'll remember to grin while this happens, so she starts grinning, too. The next day she'll pretend like she's just a little mad at him, but he sees her lips twitch when she yells at him, and it'll take all he has not to smirk idiotically back.
He'll remember to be cool, but, really, all he sees is her.
fin.
A/N: Ah, it's been so long, I hope my claim is still in effect. Something short, and hopefully sweet. Thank you for reading, and have a pleasant day, if you please.
