I rarely remember my dreams, last night I did. I thought I better jot it down, so I'm going to make a small scene out of it. It's the writer in me. Don't ask.

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It was a warm day. As is typical for the region, it was a dry warmth. The kind of warmth that, when coupled with the winds, made you feel like it was going to be a good day. It was rare occasion when the winds failed to kick up the desert dust; today they were gentle. The usual California haze blocked our view of the city, but the greenness of the trees always managed to shine through. A foliage skyline was my favorite anyways. I loved the way the smog hung in the air behind them, a form of deciduous fencing. The trees kept out what we did not want; they protected us.

I saw him on the roof of the old shack, laying on his stomach, and I could not resist further inquiry. His long brown hair was pulled back, but loosely so that a few wild strands had fallen victim to the breeze. I saw where he had placed the substandard ladder he had made out of scraps of wood he'd found in the yard. I noticed that the third rung was missing on my way up. As if the ladder wasn't already enough of a hazard, I had to be careful not to touch the roof itself. Even if the day was warm, the sun never failed to heat the scalding tin. As I reached the top, I saw that he was reading something. He quickly closed it.

"I do that too," I smiled as I army-crawled my way to him. "I hate when people know what I'm reading." He smiled back, softly.

We laid there for some time him and I. Taking advantage of the one day that week that had not been blistering hot, it was refreshing to be outside a world conditioned by AC. I couldn't take my eyes off him. His high cheekbones and pouty lips would make any girl go for him, and they all did. I have yet to meet someone, male or female for that matter, who didn't find him attractive. I turned my attention to the trees. "It's unusually hazy today," I mumbled.

"Probably because the winds aren't strong," he replied casually. He slid himself backwards and over the edge of the roof. I turned on my side to get a better view of where he was going, but before I knew it, he had grabbed hold of my ankle.

"What are you doing!?" I screamed, a little terrified that he was pulling me to a future sprained ankle or worse. He chuckled, the first expression I'd gotten out of him all day might I add, and caught me as I fell. He swung me in circles, causing a ruckus on the ground, and we became clouded in dust. He set me gently on my feet and I leaned in to kiss him. He turned his head, and I only managed to graze his cheek with my lips. His eyes fell downward but his grip around my waist tightened.

"I love you," he whispered.

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Okay, seriously, is that not a really good dream?! I thought so. Especially considering who the man was. Hehe... how very childish, but yet AMAZING. That's all I've got for now.

Later days, more funny awesome nonsense.