We were sitting on the floor in his bedroom, our backs up against the side of his bed. We were watching some movie on the TV. I felt something soft touch my hand and I looked down to see his fingers interlocking with mine. I looked up at him and our eyes met. He flashed me a nervous smile and I flashed one back at him. We were still for a couple of seconds until our faces began to grow closer. Our lips were inches away from touching when suddenly I heard the smoke alarm go off.
My eyes popped open and I heard my mother shouting from downstairs "Don't worry! I just burnt some toast, you can go back to sleep!" I sat up in my bed, sighed and thought to myself. "Thanks mom, just when the dream was getting good..."