“Please Don’t Wake Me…”

It hadn’t been 2 hours yet, but she missed him already with a passion that made her want to throw up. Then again, she couldn’t really remember if seeing him that night was real or just a dream. She thought for sure it had to be real; her breath still smelled of the salty fries and tasted like the spicy chicken. And them more she liked her lips, the more she tasted the Diet Coke that lingered there. She hated diet sodas ever since her father wrote that article on aspartame. However, she didn’t have Diet Coke anyway, he did. She had her Pibb xtra even though she was trying to cut soda out of her diet all together. She knew that taste on her lips must have been from his kiss. She loved that last kiss, the taste of the coke and the coldness that danced on her bottom lip from his recent sip.

She missed him. The night was perfect. Technically it didn’t go slow, the first time they looked at the time they expected not too long before she turned back into a pumpkin. Yet, it was barely 9:30. Hardly an hour passed since they first laid down under the stars on that old blanket.

They hadn’t seen each other in, honestly… years. Probably almost five. So for them to be there together, didn’t seem possible. Nevertheless, she ran through the details of the night just to make sure she knew that this would stay real to her. She didn’t want it to slip into her mind’s filing cabinet and unknowingly become something she would remember as a dream.

There they laid. His hands wrapped around her as the autumn made its way into town with the cooling of the nights. Her jacket wasn’t much and wasn’t doing its job keeping her warm. Then again, she only had a tank top on underneath and she was wearing her faithful flip flops, that by the end of the night were filled with grass clippings since no one racked them out of the park and the dew had begun to set on to the grass and made things wet and sticky. But at that moment in time, she didn’t care if she caught pneumonia from the cold she was feeling. She was just happy to be in his arms and looking in his eyes.

She hadn’t felt this way for a very long time and she was so glad she was able to be feeling it was with him. She missed him like crazy over those years and thought she would be nuts to say it aloud- especially if he didn’t feel the same way.

There they laid, his arm around her and the stars dancing in their eyes. Her nervousness hadn’t worn off and continued throughout the night. She loved him and there was no doubt about it.

Things were complicated in her life and there just seemed to be too many road blocks holding them apart, accept that night. On that night, they were able to let loose, be in each other’s company and arms and tell each other how they felt. With the stars hanging delicately over head, that is exactly what they did. They told each other what they have wanted to say for awhile.

I love you.

Lying by him and being in his presence with his arms tightly wrapped around her and their bodies warming each other’s up, she knew this one of those moments with him. He had written a song for her many years before and this moment fit the description well. This was considered one her “Please Don’t Wake Me…” moments. This one of those times with him where she just wanted time to stay still and she would be able to be there with him forever- however, there never is suck luck. (No matter how many wishes she made on the first star of the night or the time when the clock was all one number.)

Maybe they only had a few minutes left before the night ended and they weren’t sure when they would see each other again, but in those moments a kiss was able to say they would see each other again sometime.

Fortunately, they had the moments of the night and the picture of themselves to hold them over until the next “Please Don’t Wake Me” moment that would happen to them.

So for now, just please don’t wake me, because I would love to replay that night in my head, until I can be with him again.