Chapter.01

February 12

Oh what a wonderful dream - I don't want to wake up! I want to dream that on! I was dreaming about a really nice guy talking to me, flirting with me, kissing me. Hmmmmm ... okay but now it's over, I need to get up. Also it's saturday and I don't have to work.
So me moving a bit, because I wanted to grab my clock to see what time it is ...
What? Stop! What? Who? Who is that? Lying next to me - someone is lying next to me. In my bed. Thomas and me quit our relationship few days ago, and he is away for some filming. So why is he ...? I am moving a bit more, I really need to open one eye to see if it's really him. If he is - who cares. I still like him and we are still friends. But I'm a little bit confused, what happend yesterday night? That I can't remember who is here in bed with me? Had I been drunk? Or ...? Perhaps ...? Is that possible? It wasn't a dream? It was real?
No, it's not my ex-boyfriend ... deffinitely not. He is smelling quite different and ... no, he'd never caressed me that soft, like this guy is doing. I'm purring a bit because it feels so wonderful. Now I'm really moving, so that I can lay more close to him. Whoever it will be. I just don't care at that very moment. He is so soft and sensitive ... and it seems he is more awake than me. Or am i not really awake? Am I still dreaming? Again: I'm not sure. Not 100%.

My right hand is now starting to explore my neighbor while my head is resting in his arm, his strong arm. And his other hand is still stroking my hair and my back, very softly, very gentle.
'Good morning my dear' he is whispering in my ear 'are you awake?'
ohmygoddess ... it's HIS voice. The most wonderful voice on earth. Serious, I must be dreaming, still dreaming. That's not ... or is it?
'I don't want to wake up' me moaning, while snuggling more close to that wonderful body, my head now resting on his chest, so I can hear his heartbeat. It sounds so real, so it's not a dream - it was real ... perhaps.
'You don't want to wake up? Why? You are afraid of me?' he now asking me very curious - but never stoping to touch me. His hand is going up and down my back, what makes me shiver and there are butterflies in my stomache. So wonderful little nice and colourful butterflies. Butterflies just like Absolem.
'No, I'm not afraid of you. But I'm afraid that you are gone if I open my eyes. That this is just a dream ...'
'And you don't want to end that dream?' his whispering is still so sweet, his lips so near my ear that i barely can feel them.
'Yeah, i guess so. I don't want that dream to go away, I don't want you to go away.'
He is now trying to move me up, up to his head I guess. And I'm very relaxed and let him do ... so very slow and carful he is taking me up, moving me till I am directly in front of him. Well, I guess I am, because my eyes are still close. But now I can feel his nose touching mine, just a tiny little bit. Something in me wants so desperate to kiss him, but I would never dare to. I'm to afraid that it'll end, if I do.

'Would you do me a favour?' I can feel his breath on my lips. And this voice - it makes me nuts. The butterflies are starting up to fly around like busy bees ...
'Depends on the favour' my trembling voice is telling him.
I can feel him smile, it's just like I can see him smile in my head, just like I know him that well.
'You are incredible ...' he is dragging me closer to him, so our lips are almost touching now 'Not just a YES or NO - no, you want to know what favour. You are so wonderful cute! Well, please, just trust me, okay?'
'Will try' is all I can say.
'Than please, open your beautiful eyes.'
'And you promise me that you will be still there?'
'Yes'
'Promise!' me now pleading
'I swear it. I'll remain here - right next to you. As long as you want me to.'
That sounds again more like a dream than like reality. He's promising me to stay with me as long as I want. I wonder what he will do if I want him to stay forever. But i guess I need to open my eyes earlier or later, so why not now. Just give it a shot. The most bad thing that could happen is, that I wake up and he is gone.

'You are here' I'm whispering. I can't believe it. I am looking direct into the most wonderful grey eyes I know. And he is looking at me, holding me close to him.
'I promised you' he now smiling.
'Right ... but ...'
'But? What? You regret it?'
'No' NO I don't! Me now kind of yelling 'NO! never!'
'So, what's the point my dear?' he again smiling.
'It's just ... just ... sooo unbelievable, you know ... everything I want just ... it seems it just happend ... because ... well, because you are here. With me.'
'Of course I am. You remember anything from last night?'
'Ummm, if this is real, so everything I thought was a dream was real, too?'
'Zhat depends on your dream' he is teasing me now. But smiling his most brilliant one.
'I was dreaming we'd been to a Pub - again? - And you escorted me back - again - and than we ... kissed?'
'Again?'
'No, not again.' I try to get away from him for a few inches now. I need some space between us, so I can try to think more clearly ... 'No, that was the first time.'
'So you remember pretty well what happend' he is now laughing and taking me back close to him. Surrounding me with his arms, hugging me, playing on my back with his fingertips.
'But there is more ... I remember quite a bit more' or was that a dream?
'So you remember us also geting in here?'
'Yes ... and we ... we only snuggled and kissed ...'
'and we talked ... a lot - well, mostly me'
Of course mostly he, because i just adore his voice and i could listen to it 24/7 ... I'm addicted to it.
'Yes, I remember that. So it looks like nothing was a dream.'
'And ... that is good?' he now is really curious I can tell. So I'll tease him, just a bit, a little bit. Because if nothing was a dream I know that he loves me to be me and that's what I am - a little bit weird and evil and sarcastic.
'No ... that's not good.'
'Huh? Not good?' he is now looking astonished. Strike! Got him!
'Nope. Not good, not good at all. Just, well ... you know - more like ... perfect!'
Now he is smiling again - the most brilliant smile you ever can imagine, and he is relaxing, lying his head back on the pillow, taking me with him so that I am in his arm again.
'You are ... you are such a little devil' he is laughing 'but I can't help it - I like that.'
'And I know that. Now that I am sure it's not a dream' me smiling, too.
'So you trust me now? If i ask you a favour?'
'Hmmm ... I guess yes - but still, it'll depends on the favour.' I hope he can't see my wicked smile at that very moment. I feel so alive now. Now that I'm sure it isn't and it never was a dream. It was real. Always. And i wasn't sleeping at all. We talked so much last night. And we kissed a lot ... that ... hmmmm ... we kissed ...
'Sydney?' I'm rolling myself away from his arm, so that I can move up a bit to look down at him.
'Yes my dear?'
'Is there any chance that I may get a kiss?'
His free right arm is now playing with my hair while he is looking at me, looking at me like he has to think about that very serious. His other hand is caressing my cheek, his thumb is circeling my lips, his eyes fixed on mine ... and finally after a very long time he is whispering while geting up - so his face is now very close to mine
'I guess there is no chance that you will not get a kiss'