Lying in the darkness, I waited for sleep to claim me so I could dream of my angel. My thought drifted slowly through the memories of him. Just as my eyes began to close, the door creaked slowly open, light pervaded the room.
“Are you awake?" His whisper banished all sleep.
“Yeah." as I tried to sit up.
“Can I come in then?"
“Sure." I was trying to be nonchalant.
I felt my heart flutter as I watched his silhouette walk in, close the door and turn on the lamp by the bed. He sat on the edge as he began to speak.
“I‘ve been wanting to tell you something for a while."
“Oh?"
“Yeah, but I don’t really know how to tell you. I mean, I can show you just fine but I have no idea how to say it." His tone was pained, anguished.
“Then show me."
“You sure?"
I nodded. He didn’t need another invitation. His kiss was amazing. One moment he was next to me, then the next he was over me.
Somewhere in all of that my phone rang, he disappeared, and I woke up.
“Ugh. It was only a dream." Disappointed, I reached over and picked up the phone. “Who’s calling at three in the morning?" My heart damn near stopped at the name on the screen and I answered the phone. "Hello?"
“Brittany?" his voice was scared, so scared. Why?
“I’m here. What’s wrong?"
“I woke you up. I’m sorry. I’ll call later."
“I’m already awake. If you don’t tell me now you’ll have woken me up for nothing."
“I guess you’re right. I need someone to talk to but I don’t want to keep you up if you’re tired. . . Are you?"
“Not really."
“Were you dreaming?"
“Yeah." Why was he so curious about me? He wanted to talk about his problems . . . didn’t he?
“What about?"
“You came over because you needed to talk about something. Then I woke up.”
“Wow. You really dreamed about me?”
“Yeah. . . So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“I was kind of wondering if I could come over and talk.”
My heart skipped a beat. “’Course.”