The costume store is crowded. People everywhere. He goes off to try on outfits. I’m not sure what I want to be. I didn’t bother to celebrate Halloween last year. It’s normally my favorite holiday. I love dressing up as whatever I want to be. I’ve had an idea of being a gladiator for a couple years now. So I go to look for the gladiator costumes. I ask the store owner where they are, and he points them out.
My love returns from trying on his outfit. I’m not sure what he’s supposed to be. It’s orange and looks like a cat. A tiger? Tigger from Winnie The Pooh? I have no clue. I just know I’m drawn to him. Maybe it’s love. Whenever I look at him I’m filled with passion and joy.
He’s slender. Muscular slender, but still skinny compared to my usual tastes. I’m a chubby chaser after all. He’s also young for me. Well 18 and a freshmen in college. As long as he’s legal and out of high school that’s all that matters at the bottomline.
I don’t even remember how we met. We’re just together. He’s got the power to light up the room. He’s popular. Knows everyone. Everyone notices him. I’ve always had the ability to capture attention, but he’s known in a way that I’ve not even managed to have for myself. He’s really admired by all that see him.
Suddenly we’re on his campus. He’s going to class and I’ve got to amuse myself while he’s gone. I hate when we’re apart. How’d did I become a needy boyfriend?
I find my friend. She goes to the same school as him. We hang out while he’s in class. I gush about my new relationship. Finally I have a boyfriend.
Next we’re at his mansion. I assume his parents aren’t home, but there’s tons of people in the backyard playing some sporty game with a ball. I assume it’s rugby or something. I recognize guys from the gym there that I didn’t know he knew. He really does know everyone.
I lounge by the pool since sports don’t interest me much. Suddenly it’s time to go to another section of his mansion. Everyone’s outside and there’s a huge playground. We chase each other around it. It’s cute and nostalgic of childhood.
I never even did much on playgrounds as a kid. I was never adventurous and always afraid of hurting myself. But with him I feel more free and willing to risk it.
Then we’re being harrased by ghetto children that are trying to kill us. They have sling shots or guns or something. We’re running through the playground trying to hide and escape for our lives. They catch up to us.
Is this the end? Am I about to die?
I wake up. It was only a dream. An interesting dream. But of course just a dream. If I had a boyfriend it definitely wasn’t reality.