In the front bedroom of my Grandmother's house, you quietly opened the door to see my sleeping form covered in a mass of green comforter up to my bangs, easily dreaming through the early morning. You sit on the edge beside me, but I don't stir until I feel your hand on my head. Groggily, I open my eyes to see a wonderful and beautiful face staring down at me. I smile as best I can, mumble something completely incoherent and sweet, and unconsciously place my hand on yours. I can't remember if you said anything in return to me, but what I do remember is the warmth of your cheek has you pressed it against mine after you had leaned into me. The softness of your golden hair on my fingers and how it brushed my face felt all too real...
Content, I rolled back into the sheets, head barely cushioned by my pillow hoping to sleep more... Then I woke up. *sticks tongue out* It was such a wonderful way to wake up. ^,^ I hope that I'm your best birthday present for today. I mean... you surely made my day!