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23:00
SAT MARCH 21
She lies awake at night, completely satisfied with today as she's done all her errands and having her fair share of playing. Well all alone that is but she's satisfied! Is she though? Because she shuffles and shuffles on her bed, a niggling feeling has been in her head since the break of dawn, like she's supposed to be in some place but she can't because she doesn't know? What? Never mind, It felt like she hasn't celebrated something yet? What was so important of March 21? She frowns. Ah! Whatever! Can't be helped though
She closes her eyes, only to awaken in a place
A boy with an angelic smile on his face to which she likens to spring, stands before her, his platinum blonde hair swaying to the side, a smile spreads on her face as she inspects amusedly the peculiar cowlick 'How cute' Oh and his eyes; purple and blue swirling, they were shining and she could feel herself getting lost in them, it was like she was in that 'outer space' she has read about and what was the other one. Oh! A galaxy! Where the most stunning of stars reside. Her heart tugs achingly at feeling like a stunning star, Perhaps her heart tells her she is the most stunning of stars in this boy's eyes.
Unknowingly and definitely not under her control did she cup his face, she melts at being given a sweet, sweet smile, his eyes crinkling, his cheeks turn into a delicate red hue when he looks down and stretches his arms towards her, her cheeks warms when she is pulled into an embrace, the boy rests his head on her shoulder and she feels so loved, it could make her cry, so she reciprocates to this unknown boy whose had the arms of home, true home. Her heart tugs this time in familiarity.
They begin to slightly sway to absolutely no music at all but it was all just fine when their hearts beat rhythmically, perfectly and utterly.
She smiles "Happy Birthday Norman"
She opens her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks, she touches it "Why am I crying?". She sits up, her bed making a squeaky noise, Who is Norman? She clamps her forehead as her head aches, so many things rushing in her head; A sight of a peach color when she spins, long orange locks flowing. She stops and the unknown boy is in front of her looking that of a prince. She gasps sharply, blinking rapidly to let the tears fall in her bed, her hand slowly sliding down to her heart, her heart that aches so much as she reiterates the images, she sniffs, a laugh escapes from her although it sounds like a sob
"Hah, what a funny dream"
From a place where a boy looks up in the night sky, her hushed greetings pass his head and he smiles
"Thank you Emma"