Description
She put her pen to the paper and every single dream she had came pouring out. She could see him, the outline of his jaw and the way the wrinkles around his eyes only showed when he smiled. He was aged around five years, holding a baby girl. Their little girl. A dream whizzed by in her brain, and another and another before she could catch one. This one was a personal favorite. When she closed her eyes, she could smell his cologne, feel his heat. Laying in the bed of a truck, they held each other and gazed up at the stars. Within seconds, more dreams found their way to her. He held her hand on the way to their first dance, he cheered their son on as he rode his bike for the first time. A proposal, placed in a park. A honeymoon, set to the soundtrack of their voices rising in the night. A fight ending in slammed doors. A makeup ending with a high hug, lifting spirits to the rafters. She wrote down her dreams and more and shared them, hoping that doing so would bring them to life as they did to her.
She Dreams
