• In Which They Dream •
People say you dream about those things which you think about. Her thoughts were free to travel. But they usually decided to head up in his direction.
His arms were her asylum,
Her voice was his tranquilizer.
He was the sky...
Chapter dedicated to my favourite author on wattpad. Whenever I feel down, I just read the pages of her book. They make me happy so much! She is the best 😘 CJustMe
"You are my beginning... You are my end... You are my world..You are my favorite. But despite all this, you are not with me."
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"Honey, don't go anywhere okay? Mommy will be right back," my mom said to six year old me as she made me sit on bench in a park near the church gate.
I nodded and watched her leave the park.
I sighed and chewed my bottom lip with my teeth. It was my favorite thing to do. Also, I loved biting my nails.
My mom says they are bad habits. But I can do anything today.
It was my birthday! Mom says I can do anything today I wish to because it is my special day.
She took me to church earlier for prayer and gave me a bracelet with little dangling hearts. But I was not happy because bracelet was bigger than my wrist size. But my mom is an angel. She locked it in such a way that it fits my wrist perfectly.
I picked up my little teddy bear bag and made my way towards the swings. I was bored of sitting and waiting for mom. I can't sit idle for too long. I needed someone to irritate always.
I frowned when I saw a boy of my age sitting like a statue on my side of swing. It was my favorite side. I always sat there. I came here often to play with Jess. Her mom takes us here. I have no sibling to play. My mother works a lot. So I play with my dolls most of the time alone or with Jessica.
"Excuse me." I tapped on the boy's shoulder. He was staring off in the space.
He didn't reply.
I tapped again.
He ignored me again.
I shook his shoulders vigorously with my little hands.
"What?" He snapped at me, finally looking up at me.
I pouted my lower lip out.
"What do you want?" The boy looked up at me as if I was an alien.
Alien...you know the ones with big head and ugly body.
Means he thinks I am ugly??
Naww I am not. My mom says I am prettiest girl in whole world and I won't let him contradict my mom.
I narrowed my eyes at him and put my hands on my hips.
