In a Field of Orange Poppies

A soft, sweet breeze blew past Anna’s face. Her bright curly red hair fell on her neck, and curved around her face. Tyler ran a little ways in front of her. The two children pranced and laughed in a vast field of bright orange poppies.
“Anna?” Little Tyler suddenly turned to his friend. She smiled at him as she raced up to his side. “I love you,” He spoke. She hugged him tightly and replied.
“Me too. We’re gonna get married some day, right?” Tyler nodded imediately. He grabbed her warm hand and they began to run together.

“Wha!?,” I sat up in bed, shaking off my dream. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. Tyler, I had nearly forgotten about my childhood friend and our little agreement that day in the field of orange poppies. But now as I lay on my bed, I couldn’t help play it over again and again in my mind.

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