This morning before I woke up I was having the nicest dream.
It seems my family (none of whom I now recognise) was sheltering a new superhero - not a surprise since my friend was Lois Lane and she was seriously in love with Superman - in fact they were now a public couple. This new guy didn't have his super-persona figured out yet, and I don't know what his superpowers were supposed to be, but he was certainly special. And he was super-cute...!
We realised we liked each other immensely, so one day as I was sitting on the sofa, he walked up to me and kissed me partly on the cheek, partly on the lips, but I shifted! We were both slightly taken by surprise, especially as he'd never been kissed before and I was only slightly ahead of him. (It was niiiiiice. I had forgotten what that was like!)
No words were spoken in this dream, everything was implicitly understood. We were in love.
Next day he was around again and we were left in the kitchen. Another kiss. That was it - I took his hand, checked both ways and sneaking quietly behind my father in the living room, we went up the stairs. Just as I opened my bedroom door...
THE BLASTED PHONE RANG!
I talked, hung up, and flopped back down, head in hands, groaning, "Oh I was sooo gonna score!" Yep, in my dreams...
The story of my life. Always an almost.