There I was, sitting in what could have easily passed as the Garden of Eden. Soaking up some sun. Good for the skin, apparently. Vitamin D and stuff.

In the distance… A silhouette. Is that you? Yes… You. I felt my lips curve into a smile.

Your robust figure began to magnify as you came towards me. That beard. Pure perfection.

You were now a few inches away from me. I was still sitting on the green grass and flower beds of “Eden” and you were standing right in front me, obstructing my vision of the beautiful horizon. But I didn’t mind. You too, were as beautiful as the red sunset.

You reached your arm out to me, so you could help me stand up. I grabbed your hand. Your robust self quickly hoisted me up. I now stood with you, looking into your beautiful brown eyes. “God, is that you?” I stupidly thought to myself.

You brought your face closer to mine and stopped. A few millimeters of air between our lips. I put my dainty little hands onto your left cheek. Beautiful, smooth, brown skin. Slowly. I traced my four skinny fingers along your perfect skin, then my index across your soft, pink lips. I looked into your eyes as my index stayed upon your lips. Again, my lips curved into a smile. Removed my finger from your lips, relocated my hand to your left shoulder. Touched it. “Tag, you’re it.”

Laughing like a 6-year old, I ran away as you chased me through Eden. Playing like children. Young love.

Because I am no athlete, I soon began to give up on all the running. You caught up to me and caught me. Wrapped your arms around me and we fell into the flower beds of “Eden.”

We lay next to each other viewing the clouds. “That one looks like a ball of candy floss.” We giggled a bit, lay on our sides, facing one another and our eyes locked. We smiled at each other. Two mouths, the shape of crescent moons. Slowly, our moon lips hugged each other… They wouldn’t stop. They loved each other. Forces of attraction and stuff.

My heart was beating at the speed of light. I felt fireworks in my stomach. Never have I felt a kiss so intense. So deep. So… Wow.

We slowly pulled away. Looked each other in the eyes again. Smiled and went back to our cloud-viewing positions. “That one looks like a blob.” We giggled again.

“This is my happy place. He is my happy place.” I thought to myself.

I closed my eyes, with the same smile on my face. About 5 minutes. Opened my eyes, woke up on a bed. Not a bed of flowers. Just a bed. Mattress and stuff. I turned to my side. “Where did he go?” I whispered.

With a heavy sigh…

“That is my happy place. He is my happy place. But only in my dreams.”