[ WP ] `` I have the strangest dreams when I 'm awake . ''

Smile 
 
 I followed her gaze outside the window. There was nothing there, just the normal swish of the telephone poles, and open green fields. There were mountains in the distance but her gaze didn ’ t seem to be settled on them. I wondered what she was thinking- or rather, what she was daydreaming of. I smiled softly at the thought that surfaced; perhaps it was me she thought of when she got quiet and sat still, staring at things for hours. 
 
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 She turned to face me with a warm smile. Her dark, brown eyes, though they looked almost golden in the sun, lit up along with the smile. She tugged at a small lock of hair and played with it for a second before she leaned forward. I was taken by surprise when she kissed me. She held herself still, calm and composed, as though she ’ d planned this for a while now. Just as I decided to kiss her back she pulled away and sat back down. Calm and composed as ever. 
 
 “ Lets run way. ” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I averted my gaze when her smile grew bigger. She laughed a little and I swear I felt my cheeks heat up. I quickly ran a hand through my hair. 
 
 “ Yes. Lets. ” She said. I looked up to see that she was still smiling. It was a warm, genuine smile. Then again, all her smiles made me feel a little warm, a little flushed, a little… something. 
 
 I smiled back, “ you mean it? ” She nodded in response as the train began to slow down. It came to a slow stop and we stared at one another as she stayed put. I watched all the other passengers get off, watched as the new ones boarded and stuffed their suitcases in the overhead compartments. She kept looking at me with that smile of hers and my heart kept beating faster with each passing minute. There was a distinct whistle, signaling the departure and her smile grew wider. A grin; she giggled and leaned forward again. 
 
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 “ Hey! ” My attention was brought back to the real world all too abruptly. “ C ’ mon! I ’ ve got ta go, don ’ t I get a goodbye hug? ” She stood before me. Her suitcase was down, and she was clutching it tightly. Her smile was still there, though it seemed forced this time around. Nowhere near as genuine as the one in my dream. 
 
 I had the sudden urge to ask her to run away with me. But I stayed quiet. I gave her a hug and let her walk away. I waved one last time as the same whistle from before signaled the departure… for real this time. I leaned back and massaged my temples. Something like that wouldn ’ t happen in a million years. 
 
 God, I have the strangest of dreams when I ’ m awake.
