~Thump~
"What the hell?!" You scream as your cat jumps on top of you, trying to get extra love and affection. You give your pet a quick stroke down its back.
You look around your room seeing if anyone came in while you were asleep. Something is different, but you can't put your finger on it. You go to the window to see your busy, 18th century world around you. You shrug, thinking to yourself that everything is right.
Wait, there is something different. You feel wanted and loved. You never feel like this. You close the curtain, wondering why you felt this way. You take off your nightgown and replace it with your bathrobe. You head to you door with the thoughts of a clean shower. You open your bedroom door, and there he is.
A handsome vision. Dark, piercing, brown eyes, lined with probably charcoal. Long, brown hair, which is slightly matted with braids and medallions and beads woven through out it. He wore a dark, blood red bandana over his hair. He had a dark brown mustache and a grown out goatee that was braided twice.
He smiles at the sight of you, revealing a few gold teeth, and you can't help but stare at this ruggedly handsome creature standing in front of you. He moves in, putting his arms around your waist. For some reason this seems all too familiar to you, so you put your arms around his neck. Instantly you realize how short you are compared to him. He steps closer to you, so your bodies are pressed up against each other. He brings his head down to you, and you rise up onto your toes. Why is this okay, you think to yourself, but quickly decide to ignore your rejecting mind.
He kisses you passionately, and you can't but help returning the kiss. As you do this, he deepens the kiss bringing one of his hands up to your hair and dives in. It's impossible for you not to breathe in his sent of ocean and slight rum. When he breaks away you feel as if you could fly, but you haven't landed yet so you hold onto him tight.
You start to feel your legs again when he says, "'ello, luv." He said it so soothingly you can't do anything, but bight your lower lip.
~*~
"NOOOO!!!" You scream, slamming your head into the pillow several times. It was only a dream. You look around you, finding yourself back in the 21st century.
"Come back, Jack Sparrow," you whisper to yourself, finally finding his name.
You had just seen "Pirate's of the Caribbean" the day before for the second time.
"Why can't you be real? I should of slept longer just to invite him in!!" You yell at nobody in particular. You find yourself back at the age of sixteen, pissed off, but still swooney from that kiss.
"Just another miserable day," you say to yourself.