Dream #1
Had a dream last night.....
I was at work. I went to take the trash to the curb. I had just gotten there when a giant truck came to a screech in front of me. I jumped back, looked up and froze. He opened the door and told me to jump in. I looked back at the house, where my boss, Charlotte, was shaking her head ‘yes’ so vigorously that I was sure it would fall off. I closed my eyes to think.
One.
Two.
Thr…….
Hey! The jackass had jumped out of the truck and was lifting me himself. I was dizzy from being so close to him but I had the common sense to ask him if he had thought about my Epi-pen. He reached into the back and grabbed my purse, “I’m trying to woo you, not kill you.” With that he sped off.
I tried not to look at the outline of his beautiful face, but I am human. I took a glance and he was perfect. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two. His hair was a perfect mess. He was wearing my favorite of his shirts and those jeans that hug his ass. His deep brown chocolate eyes were shimmering with mischief. I sighed. He smirked. He knew I liked what I saw. I looked down at my outfit. Damn, I wish I had dressed up for work today. He looked like a god compared to my dirty jeans and shlumpy tshirt.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You will see, be patient.”
He knows I’m not good at patience. That’s why he is on the edge of a laughing fit. Little punk.
I turn and look out the window. Why anyone wouldn’t like Kansas landscape escapes me. It is beautiful outside. The rolling wheat fields, loads of cattle, flocks of birds, fluffy clouds flying across the sky; sheer perfection.
I need to call Charlotte, make sure everything is okay. I need to call grandma, tell her I may be a little late tonight. Call mom, tell her I wouldn’t be able to take her to town….
“Silly girl, I took care of it. Just sit back and relax.”
How in the hell did he know? He always knows. He is a man of little talking, but he seems to always know what I need him to say to calm me down. Damn him and his ways.
He pulls down a dirt road. I have zero clue where we are. I really should pay attention. What if he drops me off and tells me good luck? What if he is going to kill me? I reach for the handle ready to jump, when he pulls the truck to a stop.
“I am not going to kill you. I really need you to calm down. We are here”
How does he always know? I look around. I see absolutely nothing. He takes my shoulders and urges me forward. I start to turn around to tell him “Hell no,” when I see it.
It is beautiful. He is wonderful. A blanket is thrown over a good twenty pillows. A picnic basket is center with what I hope is delicious food. I can hear soft music playing from his truck and I want to cry. He wraps his huge, muscular arms around me. He just holds me for a bit, while planting butterfly kisses on my scalp.
This is so different for us. For years I’ve loved this boy. He has probably said maybe a dozen words to me since I’ve known him. He chuckles.
“I know. I am just a little slow catching up with you. I recently figured out what you have known for a while. Come on. Lets go eat.”
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After a wonderful meal that he packed all by himself, we sat there talking.
“Why?” I asked him.
He chuckled, “Hell if I know. I’m just a little slow. I finally figured it out though.”
“Figured what out?”
He looked up into the night sky, “That you are it.”
“What the hell does that mean, dork.”
He looked at me then. “I woke up the other day and it hit me like a truck. You are it for me. You are what I am looking for. And I decided to quit fighting it.”
“Well, took you long enough, you yahoo. But you better not be messing with me. I will hunt you down.”
He smiled, “Why would I do that? I’m not a complete idiot.”
“Jury is still out on that one.”
He got up and started to leave. Damn me and my smart mouth. I got up to follow him to since the night was over and he spun around.
“Sit down. We are not done.”
I sat down and waited. He came back with a sweatshirt and more blankets. He just gets it. We laid there are stared at the stars until two in the morning. Then he took me home and kissed me goodnight on the front steps. Then he was gone.
I was just getting into bed when I got a text,
“Thank you for being you. I plan on doing this again very soon so keep your calendar open.”
I smiled and laughed. I picked up my phone and hit the number 4 on speed dial. It was time to relive the night with my best friend.
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age 19
