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| Open Eyes \ story 2 |
Another hey to all you guys out there in blogger/bordem land!! This is another one of my stories, this time only the starting, its pretty much a true story except the going crazy part in paragraph 2, it was actually my status :P but plz comment rate etc!!
BEWARE: Quite girly, about guy, but hey read on not too mushy yet ;)
My eyes flickered open. I felt like I was going to burst into tears. That was for one of two reasons, either because; a) I had just had the best dream of my life and it had just ended or b) because the guy in my dreams was completely off limits and there was no chance in hell of it happening. I closed my eyes and tried to replay it back in my head but only bits and pieces were there like a movie with bits cut out so you couldn’t understand the storyline. I didn’t realise I was crying until I felt the wet tickle of it slide down my cheek, I didn’t bother to wipe it away because somehow I knew there would be more to follow. So I laid their staring at my ceiling play back the best bits in my head, the way he stared at me, the way we danced like back in the olden days at a royal ball, and the best bit was how he told me he loved me for the way that I was me and no one else.
“Fucking hell,” I swore at myself.
I looked over to my left where my bedside table was I reached over and grabbed my phone. I moaned, it was 7.16 am on a Sunday morning. I slid the screen to the right to reveal the QWERTY keyboard and clicked the button to bring up Facebook. But there he was, most recent status update claiming he had “just had the best dream of his life”. No way, I refreshed the home page and rubbed my eyes. ‘Ok, I need more sleep’ I told myself. One minute he was there, the next he was gone. Too much Facebook, I really should go a day without it, but it’s too addictive.
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