"You know I've always really liked you, Elody."
"You're beautiful and smart... you're different from
all the other girls..." he added.
Then we sat there, looking up at the stars, holding
Out of no where, he grabbed my face and smiled, pulled me in
It was 6:30 in the morning, a rude awakening.
There are few problems with the dream I just had. The first is
that no boy
and I mean LITERALLY no boy I know has the maturity to talk that
The second is that I am in no way shape or form
"beautiful" or whatever.
The third is that I live in Manhattan, you can't see the
stars with all the city lights.
Usually I would kick myself for this irrational and ridiculous
dream, but not today.
Today was the day I was going to embark on a dreamy and
captivating journey to Venice, Italy.
I'm staying there all summer where I'll study
Shakespeare, get tan, and eat and drink all the amazing foods and
But mostly study Shakespeare.
I kissed my parents goodbye and gaves hugs and whatever.
My dad's driver drove me to the airport. My parents were to
Exhausted and out of it I checked my luggage, went through
security, and borded the plane.
I took my seat and put my headphones on.
I fell asleep hoping to sleep the whole plane ride.
Part of me also hoped my dream would continue.