• Devoured Dreams

    I slowly walk towards my cabin at the ski resort up in the mountains. The winter air blows my dark hair around my face and my Converse boots crunch against the light, pearly white snow lying on the ground. Bright light shines down from the sun clinging onto the grayish-blue sky, which makes the snow sparkle like a thousand diamonds. Like his eyes.

    Sighing, I rummage through the right pocket of my black skinny jeans, searching for the keys to the door. When I find it, I insert it into the keyhole and slightly turn it--and that’s when I find the note.

    It’s just a single piece of lined, notebook paper, but it holds the note from the boy I love. The writing is in slightly sloppy cursive, looking rushed. He must’ve been in a hurry. I think to myself as I start to read, Maybe he was going to sing for someone.

    Yes. He is going to sing for someone.

    He’s going to sing for me.

    The note told me to meet him up high in the mountain. I have no idea where, it just says high up, and that he has a surprise for me.

    I drop everything and launch into a run.

    I’m panting by the time I get up to the spot, a single deck without any roof, planted into the wet snow. It lies in front of a slightly large, slightly small lake, layered with ice.

    Then I see him. The sun shines down on his flat, brown hair and slightly tanned skin. He looks at me with his gorgeous, dark brown eyes, and it steals my breath when my own meet them. He sits with in simple, dark blue jeans, a white Owl City t-shirt and light black jacket. His smile makes me run towards him even harder and faster than before, and I was right--the snow is just like his eyes, sparkling in such an amazing and beautiful way.

    “Hey.” His smile turns into a grin as I sit in front of him. His legs are resting on one of the steps, an acoustic guitar that I hadn’t noticed before lying in his lap. I sit facing him, my legs hanging over and laying across the steps.

    “Hi.” I reply breathlessly, half because the distance I ran, half because I love him more than the whole scenery and world itself.

    “I wrote you a song. Do you wanna hear it?”

    I’m shocked and then finally manage to say, “Yeah, yes, of course, sing!”

    He smiles at my smitten-like nature and positions the guitar in his lap. He starts to play and sing, and his heavenly voice takes me away from the world and all that exists is him. The boy I love. The boy of my dreams. The angel.

    He looks up from the song and into my eyes as he sings a song about me. About my eyes, my smile, my laugh, my voice…about me. Just me.

    All of a sudden, he breaks off, and we lock eyes for what seems like forever. He lays the guitar down, leans forward towards me and closes his eyes. Mine do the same as I slowly migrate forward. One hand holds my right one, and I allow the warm feeling to blossom throughout my body. The other one rests against my face, and he pulls it up to his, and our lips are only inches apart, and then…

    “Time to wake up!!” My mom’s voice cuts through and my eyes open again, only I’m not staring at my angel, at the beautiful spot at the ski resort, about to kiss him. Instead, I’m lying in bed in my small bedroom, the blankets in a tangled mess all around me, one pillow lying on the floor. The walls are covered with posters, the floor covered with papers and other random things. I bring one hand up to shield my eyes from the sun shining through the large window on the wall opposite me.

    “Get up, Donika, or else we’ll be late for school.” My mom tells me as I struggle to fight the grasping, ice cold hands of reality.

    “Okay, be ready in a sec.” I mutter as she leaves the room and I allow my head to slump back against the one pillow remaining.

    I’m fully swallowed by reality, realizing that it was all just a dream. I’m not at the perfect ski resort, with the perfect boy, who things I’m perfect. No. None of that happened.

    It’s just another devoured dream.