I had a dream the other night and I was in an amazing house. Simple but cute. You could tell I had decorated it. Anyway, I was in the garage teaching dance 'till the kids got picked up. Then I went inside and started to clean. I as dressed in a simple skirt and a tank with my hair down but tucked behind my ears. Once I finished cleaning I started to cook. I was singing and humming while cooking so I apparently didn't hear the door open. So, in the midst of my cooking someone came up behind me and wrapped their arms around my waist and kissed my neck. He then said "smells good" and kissed the back of my head.
To this comment I said "my neck or the food?". He laughed. (In reality, I would have known that voice anywhere, and the dream me knew who it was, but the real me watching the dream was curious). So (dream) I turned around to give this guy a kiss. After the kiss he asked how teaching was and I said wonderful. He then started dancing through out the kitchen with me. "The food is going to burn" I said after a bit. So lead me to the stove.
After dinner him and I went for a small walk around our place (which wasn't huge, but it was decent sized). Once we got back to the house I noticed a small difference... there was a chocolate bar on the counter that wasn't there before. I went over to it and saw that there was a little sticky note reading "go to the spare room". I walked through the house and into the spare room, on the mirror there was another sticky note and a rose. The sticky note read "master bedroom". So I went into the master bedroom. There, was the other 11 roses and yet another sticky note that read "go to the dance studio". By this time I was a little annoyed since I had started out close to the studio, but thanks to these pesky sticky notes I had walked the entire length of the decent sized house. I got to my studio and all the lights were off... I tried to turn them on, and they wouldn't. I yelled "Hey, love! Can you fix the breaker so I can see into my studio?!", with that I heard a click in my studio and I started to slightly scream. The garage door slowly started to open (something like out of a horror flick where you expect the killer to either be on the other side of the door, or already in the room). The moon light shown in and there right in the middle of the floor was a small box. I opened it and there was a simple heart shaped ring with a small sapphire and a final post it note saying "please?". I smiled and closed the garage door as I walked back into the house.
I went into the bedroom to find him sitting calmly on the bed. I went into my closet, slipped into my pajamas, slipped the ring on my finger... and then snuggled up to him while we watching Spanish infomercials.
When I woke up, I knew that none of that did or ever would happen... but the sad part is... I could still feel his arms around me... like they were when we would cuddle or fall asleep.
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