Dreaming

They were walking, hand in hand. The beach at nighttime was the most majestic scene she ever saw. The boy had a picnic basket in one hand and she had the radio in hers.
"Over here." he said as he led the girl to a place with some rocks and a beach where they could sit. She set the radio down while he spreads out the blanket. She had a CD of her favorite ballads. She switched them on and laid back on the blanket, closing her eyes. She could feel the salty air on her face, hear the waves crashing into the earth from the ocean, and taste the salt on her lips and she licked them. Everything perfect.
"Lets eat." he whispered as he grabbed her hand.
She opened them to see all of the wonderful colors of the fruit he has placed out. Bright red strawberries, betting that they were sweet, the oranges had the color of the setting sun, and the bananas, bright as the golden sun in the morning.
"Dig in." he says.
They ate for a while. Then the song changed, "This is my most favorite." she says.
He smiled and held out his hand, "Care to dance?"
She smiled and took his hand as he led her out onto the beach. And they danced. The flow of the waves, smashing into their feet. He held her close to him while she was holding on to him tight, not wanting to let go. She looked into his eyes, seeing the soul that she loved about him. As he looked into hers, the woman that he loved and wanted to be with. A shooting star reflected out of her sparkling eyes. He bent his head down, going to kiss her..................

Then I woke up.

Hoping that one day this dream will someday come true. Only to find out that it may not.