_william_

I look at my hands when I dream. It centers me, so when she shows up, which she always does, I might know what to say. At least that's what I tell myself, but when she appears, I am not ready. I am never ready. Her beauty always takes me by suprise, sending a jolt of hot pain inot my chest, numbing my legs and turning my face red with heat. It's all I can do to breathe and she knows this, so to make it worse, she moves closer. Our lips almost touch. A million one liners streak by, but I know what I really want to know..."Who are you?", I whisper. I can never make out the name...