Why's he getting on his knees? Wait! Why's he getting closer? His face is inches away from mine. I can smell his deordorant and a slight hint of sweat. His hair's slightly matted as if he just got done.playing a round of B-Ball. He's closing his eyes. Now his lips are locked on mine! I can't react, I'm too stunned, but for some reason I feel calm. As if I've done this before. It feels natural. I let his lips stay on mine for as long as mine are on his. His lips were soft and slightly red, after kissing. He looked at me, and started brushing my hair. His big, warm hands touching my hair. It made me feel reassured, and cared for. That someone was watching over me. He then put his mouth to my ear, and told me"You're not alone." He then pulled back the luttle hairs on my face, and kissed my forehead lightly, got up, and left. I woke up with a start and felt my lips. What time is it? What's on my shoulders? Why's my jacket drapped over my shoulders? Why's my face wet? Was I possibly crying?