The Boy from My Dreams
Saturday had finally arrived, the day every student craves for rest and freedom. Yet, for Erick, the day was haunted by a memory—or perhaps a dream. He couldn’t stop thinking about the boy with the piercing blue eyes, a figure that had merged with his own in a vivid, nocturnal fantasy. To clear his mind, Erick dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and shorts, grabbing his basketball and heading to the nearby courts.
As he bounced the ball, trying to drown out the longing in his chest, a voice stopped him cold. “Hello.” Erick turned to find the boy from his dreams standing right there in the sunlight. He was stunning: blonde hair brushing his right eyebrow, skin like smooth porcelain, and those same hypnotic blue eyes that seemed to glow under the midday sun. He wore a royal blue t-shirt and white shorts that hugged his lean, athletic frame.
The boy introduced himself as Julian. As they played, the physical tension between them grew, mirroring the intensity of Erick’s dreams. Every brush of their shoulders and every shared glance felt electric. By the time the sun began to set, the boundary between fantasy and reality had completely dissolved, leaving them both breathless and yearning for more.