Just when the kiss began deepening..
They both woke up and were violently pulled out of the shared dream.
Maria sat up abruptly in bed, her heart and mind racing. Not sure if she should be angry at the damn boy or feeling all warm and happy inside, Maria looked around her and saw the picture she used to enter his dream. Picking it up between both hands, Maria glared at it through thick lashes. "Ugh. Michael." Maria muttered then tore the picture up and flung it to either side of her and fell back with a loud thud against her feather stuffed pillows and attempted to sleep. It was 3 a.m. She was not going to dwell about Michael Guerin or what he said or anything like that right now. In the light of day, at a normal time, around like. 12 noon, when her mind caught up with the rest of her, she would figure out what it all meant. For now, Maria was content to just lie down and slip slowly into a tender warm, happy sleep.
Michael on the other hand, was lying in bed quite contended. His arms folded under his head, a dumb grin plastered over his face, he had made his point, and wasn't really interested in sleep anymore. It didn't seem to have what the dream before had had. So instead, Michael found himself actually enjoying watching the textures of his pealing, falling-apart ceiling. "I really should fix that." Michael muttered out loud, before returning to silent reminiscing.
They both woke up and were violently pulled out of the shared dream.
Maria sat up abruptly in bed, her heart and mind racing. Not sure if she should be angry at the damn boy or feeling all warm and happy inside, Maria looked around her and saw the picture she used to enter his dream. Picking it up between both hands, Maria glared at it through thick lashes. "Ugh. Michael." Maria muttered then tore the picture up and flung it to either side of her and fell back with a loud thud against her feather stuffed pillows and attempted to sleep. It was 3 a.m. She was not going to dwell about Michael Guerin or what he said or anything like that right now. In the light of day, at a normal time, around like. 12 noon, when her mind caught up with the rest of her, she would figure out what it all meant. For now, Maria was content to just lie down and slip slowly into a tender warm, happy sleep.
Michael on the other hand, was lying in bed quite contended. His arms folded under his head, a dumb grin plastered over his face, he had made his point, and wasn't really interested in sleep anymore. It didn't seem to have what the dream before had had. So instead, Michael found himself actually enjoying watching the textures of his pealing, falling-apart ceiling. "I really should fix that." Michael muttered out loud, before returning to silent reminiscing.