
The summer breeze cooled the atmosphere as a group of friends all sat down on a small checkered blanket in a small park. Nearby, the afternoon traffic filled the main street that strings along the train station. On the other side, a train carrying business men, students and mothers with their prams storms past. Even though being in the midst of all these nosiy madness, they felt relaxed and euphoric while having their rare picnic in the suburban park.
While girls sat down and chatted, the guys tossed a frisbee around, which hit a car and set off its alarm. One of the girls looked down in her arms and found herself hugging her electronic elmo plushie. She squeezed its stomach, and it sang 'Elmo loves you so so much!'. She chuckled as she lightly threw the plushie across the blanket.
She then realised, that there was a shadow which came from behind her. Before she could react and turn around, white long-sleeved arms wrapped around her. Warmth overwhelmed her as he laid his head on her shoulders. She snuck a glance to her right and noticed that the head was wearing a white beanie. From that alone, she did not have to turn around to know who it was. She laid back and sighed happily as they stayed in that position for a long time.
The sky turned into bright red, as the sunset appeared in the sky. Everyone started to pack up and leave for the day. The two however still stayed in that position until the sky turned into dusk. The girl opened her eyes and realised that everyone was gone but him. She was about to stand when the guy gained consciousness and hugged her tightly. She gave up and sighed, 'I'll miss this'.
The embrace suddenly went stiff, as he answered 'What do you mean?'. He let go from the embrace and stood up. Puzzled, the girl turned around to look up at him. She realised it was a mistake doing so.
She was horrified as the weirded, puzzled face looked down at her. But it wasn't the expression that shocked her, but the actual face. It wasn't the face she was thinking about when it hugged her. No, it was a completely different person. He wasn't wearing the beanie anymore, nor the white long sleeves that she loved so much. Instead, a checkered shirt replaced it, along with thick-rimmed glasses and short gelled hair.
Her friend raised his eyebrows in worry and confusion, 'Are you okay?'
She just stared at him in reply, as the sky behind him turned darker, marking the end of twilight. Picking up the blanket, she stood up and walked away, leaving him behind in the park.
It wasn't him that hugged her.
It was never him at all.
He would never have an intention to do such a thing.
& yet, she still wishes that he would.
She had dreamt it all along.
Why can't she move on?
I hate having vivid dreams. I should really stop thinking before I sleep.























