I was me, he was beautiful and all we did was ride through the mud puddles, laughing when our legs were splattered in brown streaks and polka-dots. The rain fell around us, the opposite of the cartoon raincloud effect. The air shone grey, highlighted in yellow streaks, and felt fuzzy warm. I wanted to wrap myself in the low hanging clouds and sleep forever.

I want my dream back. My eyes opened and he faded behind the bushes, just before we were going to hug. In my dream, he only lives three blocks away -- I rode past his house all the time. In reality? He doesn't exist but when I sleep and I fear I'll never see him again.

The clouds are only blankets and the hug is just my teddy bear. And that warmth from the hazy sun? Flannel sheets. That mysterious feeling? Now I miss someone I never knew. All I can remember is the shaggy dark brown hair and soft eyes. But I felt like chocolate milk in my dream.

Now I'm awake.