I woke up feeling groggy.

Everything was a blur. . .

I slowly flutter my eyes open, adjusting from the sudden brightness of the sunlight.

And then I saw him at the door,

the guy I’m truly, madly, deeply in love with.

 (Well, who wouldn’t  be? If you ask me, there are thousands of girls who declare their love for him. . .  Too bad none of us would be lucky enough to be his girl)

He looked at me then smiled. He was holding something (or someone? I don’t really know.)

I closed my eyes, telling myself I need to wake up from this dream. . .

Sure, I was waiting for this moment, being with him in the room. No wait, scratch that. I’d rather get to know him first, as in personally and become good friends with. .  Oh my gaho! Room? With him? What the hell am I thinking? And this dream? Why on earth am I on the bed?

There was a loud cry on the side. I opened my eyes and I was still in this room. 

Where am I? Is this reality? Oh my God! Can someone slap me please?

I really can’t remember anything. . .