The town was soundly asleep enjoying the quiet, peaceful night dreaming, but there was one boy who couldn’t go to sleep. He sat in his bed wrapped in black sheets, keeping him warm in the harsh mid fall nights. Tossing and turning, he thought he would never go to sleep.
One thing on his mind kept him from shutting his eyes and falling into a peaceful rest. A girl. But it wasn’t any girl; it was the girl he like. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met. Her long black hair, which was twisted into skinny braids that always rested perfectly on her shoulders.
Yawn!
The boy gave out a deep yawn before he turned over to his side. He looked at his clock. It was 1 o’clock in the morning that meant he had only 6 hours before he had to wake to go to school. School. For some odd reason that put a smile on his face. Even though he was going to be trapped in classroom learning about stuff he rather die than know, he was going to see her. He was going to get to stare at her beautiful face, hear her beautiful voice that was music to his ears, and hopefully he would be able to hold her hand as he walked her to class, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen.
He tossed over.
Second after second past and he still couldn’t stop thinking of her. Was she doing the same? Was she lying in her bed tossing and turning thinking about him? No, she was probably sleeping dreaming of another. That thought never occurred to him. Did she like him back? She laughed at all of his jokes that’s a good thing. Wasn’t it? She always gave a warm smile, to him, but then again she did that to everyone. He hated this feeling of uncertainty it made him feel as if he was going to explode full of questions.
He turned back over to face the clock that sat on his night stand next to his bed. It now read one thirty. He sighed. He wanted to go to sleep; he didn’t know if he could take this feeling anymore. He wanted to close his eyes and only dream of her. Them. Dancing around on clouds high above the earth, no one else to bother them.
What was happening to him? This wasn’t the way he felt the other day before he meet her. Now he stood awake late every night thinking about her until his eyes gave in and collapsed. How much more could he take?
He stared outside of his window at the street. It was just like any other quite night, the streetlight blinking on and off, the wind slowly blew the small tree that grew outside his window, and the crickets sung their melodies.
Yawn!!
This time the boy yawned even louder. His eyes started to get heavier, but he knew he was far from falling asleep. Even though his vision through his half open eyes was blurry, he could still see the perfect image of her in his head in perfect quality. From every curve that filled her body to every detail that made up her braided hair.
Smiling, the boy though of how nervous he was when he first meet her, she was so quite than, but now she was more comfortable around him. He saw her every day at lunch—the best 30 minutes of his day. He still remembered every conversation they had, all the laughs they shared, all the times he started into her brown eyes, and she stared back. What was this he was feeling? Was this love?
Is this what men cried out from the top of mountains? Was it because of this feeling that Romeo sacrificed his life to be with Juliet for forever? No, it couldn’t be, he was only 14. He knew the chances of them getting married were slim to none. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a chance. He could make this work, somehow, someway; he was going to make this work. He was going to show her his deepest emotions, his deepest thoughts.His deepest secrets.For her he would give up everything, all his friends, his electronics, his trophies, everything he worked so hard to make.
Was she the one? No, what was he thinking he was only so young, so young, O’ so young, and naive. He didn’t know what he was talking about.He tossed over once again.
He stared at the tall mirror that was nailed to the wall. He stared at his image. He looked so sad, his eyes looked as if they were going to collapse shut at any second, but he knew that he couldn’t close them. Because he knew if he closed them, he would only dream of her, and when he awoke, he would forget everything. All the time they spent together in some land far away that existed solely in his mind, forget the love they shared. If only he could make it real. Make the love they shared in his dreams into reality into a love that he could hold in his hands, feel with his heart, and see even when his eyes are close.
Yawn!!!
Another yawn escaped his throat, he knew that would be his last yawn before his eyes gave in and slammed shut, but he didn’t want to sleep. He only wanted to think of her. But he knew the only thing better than thinking about her, was actually holding her, seeing her, hearing her soft voice. What would happen tomorrow? Only god knew, but that didn’t stop him from dreaming.
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