Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Thanks mom..

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...


  1. Right? I can't even get any in my dreams..

  2. I've had this happen to me too on too many occasions.

  3. Too bad the toast was burnt... sounds like your were gonna gte lucky!