Her Touch

I was at my friend's house. I wore a grey tank top under a pink hoodie and my regular ripped jeans. She had long, black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

She was sitting at her table, typing on her computer. I was sitting on the other end. I was watching her long hair sway in the wind and her fingers typing fast, her blue eyes extremely focused.

She moved slightly and I caught a glimpse of it. She was writing her thoughts. Every thought she had. I read a few lines before she turned back.

I bit my lip, wondering what she was thinking about. i could feel my tooth sit on top of my lip. She stood up, a determined look on her face. Without hesitation, she said slowly "I like you." I paused and my face became stunned.

"Wh-" before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and led me over to the couch, computer-in-hand. I felt her hand in mine. Soft, warm, a perfect fit.

I rubbed my thumb slowly on her hand, feeling her skin against mine. She plopped down on the couch, and then I did the same. I sat right next to her. Her couch felt like I could sink into it.

She continued typing on the computer and I stared at her hand. I was cuddled in her side. She was warm. I picked up her hand, not knowing what I was planning on doing. I began tracing it, feeling every crevice.

Her hand was real, I knew this. She took that same hand and slowly placed it on my hip, sending a familiar chill down my spine and my body to shift towards her more.

Now my body was cuddled in her. I laid my head on her shoulder. This can't be fake. But this also can't be real. This can't be a dream. I stared at her screen, unable to read any words.

I slowly closed my sleepy eyes, knowing I was safe in her arms. A smile lifted across my face and I drifted off.