"The grass is soft. Cold," I whispered, running my right hand across the grass while I stared at the bright stars. The night sky was a deep purple-blue and the stars were burning specks. The moon was very large and illuminated greatly, a stray grey cloud floated through the center of it, cutting it jaggedly in half.
"I know," someone next to me whispered in return. He was barely touching me, his fingertips grazed the top of my left hand lightly, as if he were afraid to actually touch me. I knew his voice, recognized it. "Look! A shooting star!" he said excitedly suddenly and when I looked over he pointed toward the sky. I followed his pointed finger to a bright light streaking gallantly across the summer sky. "Make a wish," he was whispering again, but I didn't have to strain to hear him as I usually would have needed too.
"I don't have to," I replied, smiling to myself. "I'm perfectly content laying here with you."
I knew in my mind that he was smiling before I turned my head to look him in the eye. I only stared at him briefly before turning back to the sky. As quickly as it had come, the streak of light was gone and the night was still. The chilled summer air rested on our skin as we laid quietly in a place I'd never been anywhere other than in my mind.
Quietly, in the distance, crickets chirped and a bird twittered a lonely tune. It was early in the summer and there weren't any mosquito's, but there would be soon. I know because there was a stream flowing vigorously near by, over rocks and through the gaps in them.
"It's peaceful here," I said, debating whether to fully take his hand in mine or not.
"Mhm," he answered. Such a typical answer, I thought. It wasn't as if it mattered. The simple sound of his voice relaxed me.
"Ramble," I whispered.
"What?" his voice was confused, no doubt his cute face was twisted to match.
"Talk. About anything. It doesn't matter. Your voice calms me," I answered, pulling my right hand away from the grass, holding it close to my face, examining the cuts from the grass. Nothing major I decided before laying it on my stomach.
As soon as he understood my command he began talking, his voice soothing me. I couldn't really focus on his words, but the sound of his voice was good enough. I knew he'd brought me here to calm me, and the sky was only making me think of the numerous stories I could begin and never finish. I closed my eyes, not even trying to listen closely. I knew that what he was talking about wasn't exactly important.
Take my hand, I was urging silently. Finally he did and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. His hand was soft and warm. His thumb was slowing running over the back of my hand.
I was falling asleep. He could tell. "Sleep," he willed. "Just sleep. It'll all be okay when you wake up..."
I used to get this dream a lot when I stressed out, but I never usually remember the conversation... Its really weird because I just told Charlie about it the other day and it worries me that I'm starting to get it again... And yeah, before you ask. I know who the guy is. And no, I won't tell you who.
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