I dreamt that I was in my kitchen, gazing out the window, as though I was waiting for someone to appear.
And there he was, the perfect boy. My eyes instantly locked onto his smile. He didn't even have to say a word and I just knew that he was going to meet me at my window.
I'm not sure if there was a ladder beneath his feet, or if he somehow levitated to my second-floor window, but he was there. In the dream, I could feel the happiness radiating from inside me, almost like the sun and its rays.
I suppose my window was already open and it didn't have a screen on it. He was kneeling through the window when I grabbed his hand to help him in. His hand was incredibly warm, even though it seemed freezing cold on the outside of my home. And then, without any signal, any word at all... it happened.
We kissed.
And then I woke up. I'll have my first kiss someday.
Hello, I'm Megan Kathleen. You'll soon find that... I'm extremely contradictory to myself. I'm incredibly curious as to who people are and how they think. I have a strange obsession with death. I embrace/regret every single decision/action I make. I'm outgoing, open-minded, and overall, lovable. I tend to lie, a lot. I go out of my way for people who couldn't give a shit about me. Painting is my one true love that I couldn't live without. And lastly, the girl I see in the mirror every morning means the most in my life.
"I have a cold sidewalk to sleep on and I brave city walls that have eaten men alive. I am the hitch hiker. Where will I be tomorrow? Please feel sorry so they won't have to. The first person that listened to me was you. Where I'm from, where I'm going, is not important. You'll probably never see me again."