She was breathtaking. The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life. The lighting was dim inside the theater, yet she seemed brighter than the sun to me. I stared entranced at her luscious hazel eyes as I stroked her silky, straightened waist-length chocolate hair. She laid back and rested her head beside mine. The movie was probably alright, but I didn't really pay attention. "I love you", I whispered.
"I love you", she giggled back, hypnotizing me with her succulent lips as they danced to the sound of her seductively alluring voice. I was hooked. I felt as though being apart from this girl - for even a second, would bleed my heart dry. She leaned in for the kiss and I held her tight against myself. We closed our eyes...
She began to crumble. Although my eyes were closed, I could feel her structure breaking, falling apart piece by piece. When I could no longer feel her warmth against my chest, I reopened my eyes. The warmth of my thick blanket replaced her touch and the softness of my two stacked pillows replaced the theater chair.
I instinctively lurched to my right to check the alarm clock on my bedside table. 8:12. Damn. Why was I always this late? My biological clock was probably doing this on purpose, just to put me under unnecessary pressure for no damn reason. I tigered out of bed (my new verb, a synonym for leaped) and slapped on a random pair of jeans and a t-shirt. 8:15. I gathered all the books I'd be needing for today's classes and crammed them into my backpack. 8:17. Next was brushing my teeth and washing my face. If I had time afterwards, I'd grab a quick bite before heading off.
Whilst brushing my teeth, I noticed a loose hair dangled in the upper left corner of my vision. I pulled it with my left hand, only to realize... it wasn't mine. Almost a foot long and a brown color compared to my short black hair, there was no way it was mine. Images from last night's dream flickered in my mind.
Her... was this - her hair?