Fudgesicles.

I had only been asleep for a short time! How does this happen?

This is the first time I've dreamt about you.
Well, I suppose it wasn't really about you considering you weren't there...
Here, let me explain.

My hair was in tight ringlets pinned up on my head. The dress clutched my chest with a sweetheart shape. The pristine white fabric was tight through my waist, brilliant and flawless over my curves. At my hips I could feel the fabric of a petticoat and a slightly itchy fabric. Both flared from my body elegantly. The cloth rustled when I moved- I could just make it out faintly under the chattering voices and a pianist's playing. Shoes pinched my feet and I looked down to see them, but they were hidden under the gathered taffeta.
I was suddenly very aware of where I was, what I was wearing, and as I stared down- what I was holding.
My wedding day, I knew, so why wasn't I smiling? Shouldn't a bride smile on her Big Day? I laughed harshly at my own joke, catching the attention of the women in the room with me. I didn't know them. They were fake and painted, but I knew I had chosen them as my maids. I forced a smile at them and whispered that I'd remember something amusing. They each rolled their eyes and went back to what they were doing before.
Staring down once more, I examined my manicured fingers. My engagement ring rested softly on my finger, but it seemed heavy. Perhaps it was the gold that I hated so much holding the solitary princess diamond in place. I had the urge to pull it off, but I couldn't. Not with my hands full at least.
A bottle of lotion rested under my fingertips. The mixture inside was creamy ivory and I knew what it was without moving the bottle an inch. The pump was orange and the bottle was large. After Sun, the bottle would say, and it would smell like Dreamsicles when applied.
It was the only thing I was meant to bring you. Your name was printed in my sloppy 15-year-old handwriting across a piece of masking tape that was pulling off on the corners.
My hands shook with the realization of what I'd done.
I'd expected you to be there. I put the bottle down.
The typical wedding song played and I was disgusted. Hadn't I always wanted something different? My bridesmaids rushed me to where I belonged and formed their line. A girl, only a few inches shorter than me, asked me where I had put the band.
I couldn't remember. Had I even purchased it? Probably not. What had I been thinking?
I knew though, what I had been thinking. I had been thinking you would be here by now. I shook my curls and rushed back to the room. I riffled through a few bags before finding a box containing a ring. I took it to the Maid of Honor.
She appeared angry wtih me but took it anyway.
The procession was slow and I nearly tripped. As the preacher recited his lines and I recited my own to a man whose face I never saw, I grew more anxious- still appalled that I had let myself believe this was going to happen.
"I do," the man across from me said confidently.
It was my turn and I burst into tears. Not from happiness, but because I knew this wasn't what I wanted. I had wanted you to break into the back of the church like you said you would. I wanted an excuse to meet you because I hadn't yet. But, you weren't here, and I said "I do."