I woke up a few minutes before my alarm clock was set to ring. I
blinked at the time, rolled over, closed my eyes, and let my mind
wander as I entered the place between waking and sleeping.
He opened the door and stepped outside. I slowly followed after
him. As I neared the door, he extended his hands and helped me get
out. My legs wobbled as I stood up straight.
"Yeah, it's so hard to stand up on wobbly legs," he said as he stretched and watched me try to balance.
I took two steps and swayed side to side. I placed my hand on the
hard surface next to me to steady myself, but in heels, I had a hard
time standing still.
"Here, I'll carry you to your car, " he told me as he put his arm around my waist.
"What?" I asked, unsure of what he just said. I nodded about 15 feet away. "My car is right there."
"I know." His arm was still around my waist. "Hop up."
"Oh, ok."
I hopped into his arms, and he caught my legs. His muscles didn't strain under my weight- he was strong enough to hold me.
"You weigh, like, nothing," he told me as he effortlessly carried me to the driver's side of my car. My whole body tingled.
Once there, he slowly set me down. He kept his arm around my waist.
"Thanks," I told him, my smile getting bigger.
He smiled back mischievously and pulled me in for a passionate
kiss. Because of his height, he bent his neck down while I craned my
neck up to meet him halfway. A few moments later, with our lips still
touching, I was standing on the balls of my feet, marveling at how
wonderfully small I felt standing in front of him.
He took a step back and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his
waist, and my arms encircled his neck. He silenced my sudden laugh
with a kiss.
While he carefully let me down, I smiled sheepishly. He bent down
for a few more goodbye/goodnight kisses. Afterward, he took a deep
breath and looked at me with smiling eyes.
"Have a safe drive home," he said. As he walked away, he blew me a kiss.
And then, there was a loud noise. It was my alarm clock.
NO! my thoughts screamed as I was being pulled back into the waking world. Not yet! With a heavy sleepiness, I was leaving that transitional place against my will, and I was fighting a losing battle. No, no, no, I pleaded to no one in particular. Wait...please...not yet...his eyes...what is the color of his eyes?
"Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark."
My alarm clock was getting louder, telling me to get up.
"It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps."
With a
loud groan, I reached over and hit the clock until it stopped. I
cursed the morning, my daytime obligations, and anything and
everything with an alarm. I sat up and let out a sharp breath.
I can't remember, and I've been wondering all day- what is the color of his smiling eyes? | 
