Limor Finkel
He awoke with two cold drops of sweat running down his cheek. He had been dreaming about her, again. It was just the two of them, standing by a lake so beautiful as if to exude a life of its own. He could only thing of one thing that surpassed its beauty. Her. She turned over in her bed unable to fall into slumber again. She had been dreaming about him, again. There she was at the edge of a gorgeous lake not even noticing the trees and wildlife around her. All she saw were two pools of green and blue mismatched eyes staring into her green ones. She was thinking of only one thing now. Him. How slowly the years dwindled by without her at his side. A month seemed like an eternity, a year seemed like an age, but soon he would have his chance to see her again, face to face. Although this he did not know. The room was cold and dark. She could see no light except of the faint street lights. Only two were on, and quickly one burnt out. She could not fall back asleep. Why was she dreaming about him? She hated him, he hated her, right? She twisted her fingers 'round her midnight brown hair trying to think what could have caused these recurrent dreams. Suddenly she turned her attention out the road again, where the second street light had flickered down. She was in complete darkness, concentrating on those dreams. Him. Little did she realize, if she had turned her head less than an inch and looked out the window, she would have seen a pearly white owl staring at her with blue and green mismatched eyes.
He awoke with two cold drops of sweat running down his cheek. He had been dreaming about her, again. It was just the two of them, standing by a lake so beautiful as if to exude a life of its own. He could only thing of one thing that surpassed its beauty. Her. She turned over in her bed unable to fall into slumber again. She had been dreaming about him, again. There she was at the edge of a gorgeous lake not even noticing the trees and wildlife around her. All she saw were two pools of green and blue mismatched eyes staring into her green ones. She was thinking of only one thing now. Him. How slowly the years dwindled by without her at his side. A month seemed like an eternity, a year seemed like an age, but soon he would have his chance to see her again, face to face. Although this he did not know. The room was cold and dark. She could see no light except of the faint street lights. Only two were on, and quickly one burnt out. She could not fall back asleep. Why was she dreaming about him? She hated him, he hated her, right? She twisted her fingers 'round her midnight brown hair trying to think what could have caused these recurrent dreams. Suddenly she turned her attention out the road again, where the second street light had flickered down. She was in complete darkness, concentrating on those dreams. Him. Little did she realize, if she had turned her head less than an inch and looked out the window, she would have seen a pearly white owl staring at her with blue and green mismatched eyes.