I let my bare foot intertwine in the golden sand and felt subtle shells poke my skin. The cool refreshing ultramarine sea toppling over it and reaching over to the furthest point it will go to, it made me wonder how far till I read my furthest point and was forced and pulled away back into the bottomless pit of unidentified mysteries.
"Really deep in thought huh?" He asked radiating a bright smile. I looked at him and with a reassuring smiling hinting to him, I don't wanna talk about it. He understood and told me to stand still, Confused I agreed. He lifted his defined arms and held my hand in his. Moments later he pulled me down and told me to lie down with him and look at the stars. Slowly replacing my confusion with curiosity I obeyed.
"your name is Aurora, like the northern lights, you make every man dream about seeing you and the people who see you appreciate you." He said romantically. Petrified i stood up and yelled
"WHO ARE YOU?"
he replied with a mischievous laugh and said: "Someone you don't wanna mess with, now come, the boss wants you."
"Seriously, you too? how did you find me?" I asked impatiently.
"Um, your cell phone, you mcflurry, I'm surprised the police haven't caught you yet." He said with a cocky voice. Before he said another word I grabbed my sneakers from the ground and threw it directly at his face. I have to admit it was an amusing sight but I had to run before he caught me. I made my way to the silent road that had strange eary music playing, I then noticed it was a festival. Along the usually dark wintry lane shone hundreds of lamps; illuminating with their flickering candles. The light was cast every color by the tinted panes and I couldn't help but be reminded of candy. I ran in and was lost in the crowd of hundreds. It was dark enough for the owls to tuck in, but the stalls and booths set beyond me vibrated under the moonless night that the darkness was hardly remembered. Most people wandered from stall to stall, sampling mulled wine and skewered meat, fondling velvet-line hood and tokens, but I hurried past as the sight of any person resembling him startled me. I understood how people worshiped the Market Carnival, the only time of the year where the day is long but the night was even longer, and the doors were open for anybody. They all danced to the bonfire cradled in the center like flames to the mole. Beautiful girls and boys moved to the music that came from nowhere and everywhere till their foot aches and legs gave out. Where kisses were cheaper than wine, but the wine was sweet as nectar and food was spiced and the fruits were all bruised. It was magical. While I was stood in the middle of a cluster of people I felt a strong grip on my hand following with a strong pull which leads me to an empty booth. I was choking on cheap cologne and that sparked a laughter in this familiar manner.
"YOU AGAIN, what are you stalking me!?" I exclaimed. Before he could say anything in return an old lady walked up to the booth with a deep frown. "Excuse me you youngsters, if you are not using the booth please get out."
"Sorry mam, we will put it to good use," Dawson replied. I stepped out and looked at the name of this booth, Wow, a kissing booth. I walked back in with vibrant redness printed on my cheeks. Was I embarrassed or mad? I know, both.
I looked at him and he came closer. what was he gonna do?
