Lil' bit of Zainul...

She put her hands around him, it was white satin they were sleeping over, it was a gloomy morning, a room that had minimal furniture’s but with walls painted with white it looked  like a dream, a heaven around the morning time of 6.58 to be exact.

Where else would the sun shine when there is so much of cheesiness in one place? The sun too decided to give its spotlight just on him and her, out of the zillions of humans living on earth. As it rightly hit his eyes, he covered it with the fore of his left hand and started running his right hand down his chest, for her hand was somewhere there.

The bed covered with white satin’s seemed to love the company of suns ray it was getting unconditionally, it started to dazzle in their presence. I swear, for a man who was looking from outside, it must have but only seemed like, there was a stage covered with satin’s, light effects done by the glorious sun themselves and the magic of hers and his taking the stage upon.

So the stage and light were set, she and he were ready to start the day; magic was ready to be lived upon again. It must only but be one of her achievements out of a million; that, every-step she took, made a magician wonder.

He turned his head around to see her pretty, pretty face, body still intact as same, hand still holding hers just below his chest. Her long neck was shrinked down on his chest and her head just about with his chins, while the aroma of her hair got him dumbfounded again. She looked up as he turned his head and like a little dolphin plunges forward, she too came for a kiss, looking up at his face while the lips were spouted. He felt a drizzling sense of rays running through him. He knew those weren’t easy to be put to words.

He. Kissed. Her.

The only thoughts running in his head now were; “her hug”, “the comfiness of the morning weather”, “the kiss” and “the one that he creates the magic with lying on his chest".

He turned his head back to the window where the follow spot of sun was still owned by him onstage. He closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to wake up yet.

She then, whispered into his ears;
“Let’s go to England”

He woke up, from the dream. He knew who it was.

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Epilogue

Oft it does not happen, that one falls asleep while watching a cheesy movie and then gets lost in his dreams, where he wakes up only to find Goosebumps in his hands.

But this dream was beautiful and is ever so wonderful for all the right reasons I may say. It was the perfect topping for my sundae dessert and the perfect dream for my Sunday nap.

Having a woman by whose presence in your life you have become highly infatuated, is one good reason for you to be happy about for a good long time, but having a woman who infatuates you in real life with their presence and then decides to take a sneak peek with you in your dreams, sure do sounds a bit too surreal for a man who’s just turning out to be a hopeless romantic thanks to his load of work.