Wishful Thinking

I couldn’t help laughing as he jumped up when he sat on that pointy rock. He’s trying to be cool. For me. The most amazing guy I have ever met, is trying to impress me. This is more perfect than perfect should be. Too perfect?
Finally he found a safe place next to me. He plopped down in the deep green grass. Even in the dark, I could see the glimmer of his green eyes. He put his arm around me, and I leaned into his arm.
Suddenly, he pointed up. I followed his finger, and saw the shooting star.
“Make a wish,” he said, in his deep, lullaby voice.
“I’ve got my wish,” I replied.
He smiled at me. Then all of a sudden, the loudest beep I have ever heard overcame us. He slowly faded away, and soon he was gone, and I was awake.

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