I was dreaming… about you

 I was dreaming about him. 

Day..dreaming about him. Not that sweet, romantic, innocent kinda dream. It was hot, steamy but (still) romantic. 

I was talking to my work partner when he suddenly sleep in front of my home window. (Hey, who said dreams should be logical and place and time coherent as well?). His lashes are just as long and beautiful as I remember it. His lips smiled a little. And he still has that bushy beard. I looked at him through the window, he didn’t notice. I smiled. My work partner smiled at me. As I was going to take picture of him sleeping, he opened his eyes. My work partner just turned on the light of my room. I put my phone down, rushed. He smiled at me, making fun of me saying that I liked him. So, I playfully hit him with blanket and rushed back to my room. He smiled again then went back to sleep, I managed to snap some picture of him peacefully sleeping. When he woke up, I crossed him in front of the door. As I was trying to make karate move he grabbed me by my body like a hug, I was unable to move. I was trying to step on his foot and desperately saying “Can I at least move a little?” He said “okay” then he lifted me like he was trying to smack me down. As I was desperately praying for my life, he kissed me. By my mouth. His lips caught me by surprised. It wasn’t just once, he kissed my three times. When he let go, I grabbed his hand as i said, “you can’t just leave after that”. Then I woke up.

I’d never knew.