Waving through a dream

I stand in a darkened room, the shadows are thick and seem to linger on my skin, clinging to my figure. Something shifts in the air around me, there’s a noise I can’t quite place, and then suddenly the darkness splits like a wispy veil to reveal him. A rough figure with strawberry blonde hair that tickled the edge of his brow, drawing attention to teasing periwinkle eyes and a defined jaw. There was something about the way he looked at me, as if I was the only person he was seeing.

I was knocked out of my dreamy haze, my dropped jaw snapping shut when he spoke, a lopsided grin dancing across his features as he waved to me.

“I’m sorry, have I interrupted somthing?”