we were sitting in a little cabin with faded white shutters and chipping gray paint. He was being so sweet, and i was so happy. There were lots of people there, some good friends, some just people we knew. He was holding my hand, and i felt happy and secure. There had been a snake in the bath tub and I was still a bit shaken up... why? i'm not afraid of snakes. He made it better though, he had stood behind me while we were all at the counter talking about it, my rock. he ran his hands along my sides and then wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. I felt so loved.

Later we went back to his house and raced up the four flights of stairs to his attic-room where we watched television and cuddled on the floor in front of his bed... an act of innocence, completely in love and non sexual... something i've never known before. He kept smiling at me and pulling me closer, untill i was sitting in front of him, half in his lap, his feet resting on my thighs, my head resting on his shoulder. when he kissed me... it was like everything became clear, i knew where i belonged, and i was content.

As his hand slowly reached up to touch my cheek, i smiled softly...

and woke up.

I want to fall asleep and never wake up again.