it was halloween night and we were walking home together. predictably, some dumb decoration went off and made a noise and it freaked us out (you're adorable when you're worried tbh). as we were running you grabbed my hand and i didn't think anything of it, until, even after we slowed down, you didn't let go. even after the supposed danger had passed you didn't show any signs of wanting your hand back. and after a few minutes you looked down and told me that you liked this. i smiled and looked away but tightened my grip on your hand. i could tell you were about to kiss me.

but i woke up - holding my own hand.

r.j.