One night,
As I faded into a deep sleep,
I began to dream an almost real life thing.
I was at the ice skating rink.
And I was on the ice,
With the ugly blue hockey skates on,
In a flowy skirt,
A, twinkly dress.
White tights,
And classic red
Lipstick.
A pale hand,
Guides me through the course,
Twinkly eyes,
Golden,
And laughing.
A crooked smile.
He holds onto me tight,
Like I mean something to him.
He takes me over to his friends,
With his pale hand in mine.
We all sit down in the center of the rink.
As I sit down,
I begin to slip,
He catches me,
His scent,
Is like,
Heavenly,
Like sweetness,
Not chocolate,
Or any actual sweet,
Something so unique, I couldn't describe it
So sweet,
And alluring,
Making me want to be with him,
The rest of my life.
His friends smile,
They've never seen him with someone before.
And then he gets up,
His hand still in mine,
And skates with me.
He opens his mouth,
And then I see light,
And I am in my bed.
Author notes
option number 4, Happiness or whatever
A contest entry
- Realistic Dreams by Jocilynn Destroyed.
475 points, ended February 2, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Nicely done - cute and creative. A very nice response to the provided prompt.
Thanks for entering.
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Wow...
This is so cute! Very interesting, I like it! I love the last stanza...very cute...good job and good luck in my contest!
Much love and Respect,
Joci
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