He leaned in to kiss me, like something out of a movie. I remember thinking, “Is time slowing down?” And just as he’s about to finally kiss me, my alarm blares. “Why!” I roll over to silence this nuisance of an alarm and successfully do as it falls to the floor. That was just like my life, woken before the kiss. At least I got that far this time.
Every night I have the same dream about a guy I’ve never met nor seen. He’s everything I could want. He’s hot, smart, and super into me. Yet, every night we get closer and closer but never kiss. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not mentally ready to kiss this perfect guy. Is that crazy? I’m holding myself back from kissing a guy, I made up in my dream. Sounds like me.
My day consisted of sitting at a desk typing memos and forms, waiting to be released in time to catch my TV shows. When I’m not working, I’m daydreaming about my dream. My co-workers, mostly Shannon, think I’m about to meet the guy in my dreams and I’m saving the kiss for him. We all sometimes wonder about Shannon. She’s sweet but way out there. Though sometimes, I think she may have a point. Maybe he’s on the way, waiting to kiss me. Or I’ve been drinking too much of Shannon’s Kool-Aid. Either way, it would be nice to stop just dreaming about this.
After a long day of work and daydreaming, all I wanted to do is relax. As I entered my building, I notice the elevator is out. Well now I get to climb 5 flights of stairs in my new heels. This was going to be relaxing alright. As I’m climbing the stairs, somewhere around the 3 floor I ditch the shoes. They were perfect for work but not for these stairs. When I finally make it to my floor and head towards my door, there’s a guy sitting in front of it. Is this the guy?
He was good-looking, dressed nice and sitting like a package outside my door. I hesitantly approached him. “Hi. Can I help you with something?” He stood up and smiled at me.
“I’m looking for Amber. I have something for her.”
“I’m Amber.” He came closer to me, so close that I could smell is cologne. He smelled delicious.
“Well, this might sound strange but I think I’m supposed to give you this.” And just like that he kissed me. I dropped my shoes and my purse and enjoyed the kiss. Or at least I tried. Somewhere in the middle, I realized something.
“Wow. That was something, just not what I was hoping for.” He looked at me very confused. “It’s not you; I don’t even know your name.”
“Well, Michael, even though I have no idea why you’re here or why you kissed me, I need that to NEVER happen again.”
“I’m sorry. My friend Shannon said I should come to this address and kiss someone named Amber.”
I should have known. “I need to have a very long conversation with Shannon tomorrow. Wait, she just told you to come here and kiss some random stranger?”
“Yup. I owed her one.”
Of course Shannon’s friends are just as eccentric as she is. She meant well I guess. Either that or she was tired of me telling her about my dream. She took things into her own hands. Well, at least I learned something from this: some dreams are overrated. Lesson learned.
“See ya Michael.” I entered my apartment, leaving a very confused Michael on the other side of the door. I ran straight to my couch and flopped on it. It felt so great to unwind. I grabbed the remote and tried to forget any of what just happened. This was my life.
The next day another guy was outside my door. This one offered to by me dinner before kissing me. He wasn’t the right guy either. Neither were the next 3 guys. Eventually Shannon gave up and so did my lips. Next time I have a dream, I’m keeping it to myself.