He was there right in front of me... his unfaltering gaze rested on me like the pleasant rays of the moon. Those eyes...so deep....so mischievous...so full of unspoken words...we stood there looking at each other lost in each other. We stood there oblivious of the surroundings expect for each other's presence. Deep inside my heart I wished this moment would last for ever. At that moment I heard the ringing of some distant bells...church bells...a good omen!! My wish has been granted!!!!! I wanted to share this happiness with him. Just then the ground under my feet began to shake. I was scared but he was smiling mischievously looking at me. The tremor became vigorous only increasing my fear. I shut my eyes tightly praying it to stop. My prayer was answered again...the quake stopped. I opened my eyes excitedly thinking about the everlasting moment....thinking about him....but what I saw next was the last thing I ever wanted at that moment. There definitely was a face looming over mine. Far from being pleasant it had a weird expression written all over it. That was the cute (not at that moment) face of my dearest, sweetest and most adorable roommate. I stared at her blankly trying to take in the imperfect reality in front of my eyes so far away from my perfectly perfect dream wishing it would have lasted a little longer.
"Are you alright Harry???"
I was still trying to figure out how I got transported from that world to this without my knowledge. In the mean time my roommate got restless about my blank stares and did what she thought was the best way to wake me up. She grabbed both my shoulders and shook me so hard...
"Harry! What’s wrong with you??? Are you alright??? How come you didnt hear the alarm ring??? Even now you look like sleeping with your eyes open...Wake Up!!!!!!"
Well!! That explains all the good omens and earth quakes and also the reason behind the mischievous smile of Mr. Perfect. Finally I gave in to her efforts to wake me up and got out of bed assuring her I was perfectly fine. Though she reluctantly accepted that in the beginning, she was very much satisfied later on when she saw me fussing about monday mornings and running around the house panicking that I was getting late thus marking the beginning of yet another perfectly normal day. It took more than the efforts put by my roommate to actually get him out of my mind. It was a bit more than a li'l difficult to accept it was just a dream. My mind kept replaying it every now and then when I was not completely occupied making it tough to push it away as just another dream. Strange isnt it????
Hey Mr.Perfect! I donno if u really exist...but if u do...do find me soon before its too late;-)