Dream
I saw him today it has been over a year and he looks the same. Bright blue eyes behind glasses and blond curly hair. As I peek through the stack of dvds I see him just looking at me. I sneak another peek at him; he smiles at me. Such a sweet smile on his face. My mom yells for me and he is gone. The blue eye curly hair man isn't there. I realize it was nothing more than a dream.
Copyright © Jesse Mcdonald | Year Posted 2023
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