Not Your Average African-American

It was the sweetest moment I’d experienced before.

It was just him and me, sitting on one of those adorable porch swings but instead it was proped under a tree. The weather was marvelous. A butterfly flittered in front of my face, and the birds in the tree above me sang softly. The sun peeked through the branches and warmed my face, and it lit his  eyes, changing them into the most glorious bluish color I’d ever seen. He smiled his charming smile, something he’d done that entire day, and it sent my heartbeats into a happy flutter. He reached over and linked his thick, warm fingers in mine and I scooted closer, laying my head onto one of his shoulders. I sighed and he chuckled, showering my forehead with a thousand soft, sweet kisses. I closed my eyes and told him that I was so glad…so happy that we could finally be together like this, after we had both waited for so long. He smiled again and told he that he, too, was just as happy as I was. He squeezed my hand, and suddenly leaned forward to kiss me for the very first time…….

I awoke with a start, smiling for just a fraction of a second, and then frowning angrily into the darkness.

I had come to the dreadful realization that it had been a dream. Every single minute of it was a dream. I slammed my fist down onto my bed, the mattress squeeking in protest under my blow. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and said to myself…

“Just a little while long. Just a short period of time…and the wait will be over”

I sighed, frustrated, and grabbed my teddy bear, falling back to sleep with a permanant frown pasted across my face, knowing, but not wanted to admit, that this would not be the last time I would dream about Sean Deegan.