secrets, short story based on a dream. Options

[*stephinika*]

i had a dream the other night...and i wanted to put it into words. i haven't done any short story type thing for awhile, so please bear with me. constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, thank you.



His eyes flutter open, blinking and trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. Slowly sitting up, he remembers where he is. He also remembers who’s sleeping just past the door to the next room. As quietly as possible, he stands up to his full height and carefully steps towards that room, the room that holds his very life inside. He twists the doorknob and it makes a slight creak. He freezes, but all he can hear is his own soft breathing, and so he continues on to push the door open just wide enough for him to fit through.

The sight before him is breathtaking. The blinds of the windows are slightly opened, letting small streams of the outside lights wash over the bed and figure lying in it. A smile appears on his lips as he thinks about how beautiful she is when she’s asleep…or when she is awake for that matter. His worry lessens as he goes over to her bedside and lightly sits on the edge, her breaths remaining quiet and even. He knows that he has known her for years now…and still her beauty amazes him. It amazes him even more that this girl is laying there asleep right there in front of him. His hand unconsciously rises to stroke her hair off of her face. He stops in fright as she begins to move, but he soon realizes that she is still asleep.

He begins to whisper things to her that he knows he’d never find the courage to say if she was awake. He tells her of how she’s his inspiration, how her genuine smiles make his day, how the sound of her voice is like a call to him…he tells her everything that he has always wanted to say to her, but knows he could never truly say to her face. He spills his heart to her as she lies deep in slumber. He tells her how she is the reason he is alive…he tells her that he loves her. He looks over the delicate features of her face and thinks of how unbelievable she is…a true beauty, both inside and out. After a moment, he manages to gather up the nerve to lean over and give her a gentle kiss on her forehead. Sitting back up, silent tears begin to fall from his eyes. He wonders if he’ll ever get to kiss those exquisite lips of hers, before realizing this may be his small chance. He leans over again and tenderly brushes his own against hers before quickly getting up and leaving the room. He lies down, back where he sleeps for the rest of the night, dreams of his angel floating through his mind as he bottles up his feelings for her once again, a secret that remains deep inside of him.

Over in the next room, a girl lies awake, trying so very hard to hold back the tears that she knows are inevitable. How she wants to get up and run over to him and tell him…but deep down, she knows she can’t; and so she rolls over letting the tears flow as she holds this secret in her heart. She whispers to herself softly, almost inaudibly, “I love you too,” before slipping back into more dreams of whom she knows she can’t have.