A Girl's Dream
Simone... Simone."
It was a wonder to her who could be calling her name so late into the night. This person didn't ring the bell; they were just at the door, calling out her name. What a party pooper, she thought. She had been in the best part of her night.
Earlier that evening, she had received a visitor..., one she longed for but had not expected. It was him, Orimiel. He had come by to give her the plaque she had left behind at Archie's party after the big award show. The plaque she had won; the one she had earned.
"Ring, ring." Her doorbell rang.
In her pink jammies, holding a red wine glass half-filled with Juan Gil Silver Label Montrello, she reluctantly walked to the door. Descending the stairs, she brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face and tucked it toward her messy bun. Her fluffy indoor slippers normally made no noise, but her shuffling left a quiet scuffing sound across the carpet.
She peeped through the peephole, and it was him! He looked so cold. Usually, she would have run back to her closet just to fix her hair at least. With pure concern written all over her face, she pushed the door open. And there he stood: the man she had longed to spend a little private time with, standing right in front of her with drops of snow in his hair, his jacket slightly wet, and his face expressing extreme chills.
"Come on in," she said.
"Thank you, Sia."
She blushed a little hearing that pet name from him. She gently helped him take off his jacket and offered him ginger tea immediately. It was 18:04 by then.
"Already in your jammies?" he asked jokingly, nodding in thanks for the tea.
She giggled a little and responded, "Well, my duties for today are over," while shyly tracing the rim of the wine glass she held.
They sat by the fireplace, talking all night about their shared interests, which had a lot to do with centuries ago. They were not historians, no, but they shared a common belief: the old and antique will sail through time forever. They talked about music, film, food, and even books. They passed the time conversing and then transitioned into watching a movie, Dirty Dancing.
"Haha!" They both laughed out loud at the same time as the movie climaxed.
Orimiel turned to look at her, and she was already staring back. The atmosphere grew tense on both sides as he stared straight into her eyes.
"You have beautiful eyes," he said softly, drawing closer for a kiss.
Her heart began to race as she felt his breath on her face. She shut her eyes and leaned in, too. As their lips drew even closer, nearly touching, a voice echoed into the room: "Simone... Simone..."
She looked up at her giant clock, and it was already past 22:40. Orimiel sat there, watching her lips..., just her lips, lost deep in thought. Simona leaned in closer to finish what they had begun, deciding to completely ignore the voice calling out to her. They embraced each other on the soft couch and locked in for that kiss.
"Simone... Simone!!"
The voice grew louder, and she furiously sat up to check who was there.
Then, her eyes opened wide to huge rays of sunlight falling directly onto her face. Paula was standing right over her as she lay on the living room carpet. She had been dreaming about Orimiel again.
"How hard is to wake you these days" Paula said with a big sigh.
