Then, we both somehow knew that the moment was right. We stopped walking for a moment, and I turned to him. He put his arm on my shoulder and leaned in. Our surroundings faded into a mist, just as Casimir’s dreams did. Except neither of us awoke from this fantasy. We both welcomed and embraced whatever it was. He kissed my welcoming lips, and I kissed him back. It was a truly magical moment. At the time, we were so young and inexperienced, but we possessed a sort of puppy love. I didn’t want it to end.
We had each experienced our first kiss, and it was much sooner than either of us had imagined. I let out a zealous squeal of delight, in shock of what had just occurred. So many memories played through my mind at the time that I was unable to perceive what they were.
I turned and walked gleefully back to the house, felicity present in every step I took. I, Essie Miracle, had been kissed by the boy of my dreams—literally.