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AudreyAnna Rostohar
Critical Writing A
March 4th, 2002
Question by Old 97’s
Dreamt Again
I woke up with beads of perspiration racing down my temples streaming down to my neck and soaking in my soft cotton shirt. I felt my face turn a fiery crimson red. I was dreadfully hot so I took off my socks. My comfort of coolness soon deflated once I remembered my dream. It was him. I’ve never seen something so vivid in my mind. I could pick out every detail. It started abruptly. We were in the park. walking slower than usual. For some reason I felt butterflies in my stomach though I don’t normally. We’ve been together for over three and half months, so my nervousness is over. Even he looked nervous, I am guessing that is what made me feel nervous, seeing his eyes look so hollow. He was wearing the sweater I gave him for Christmas, and some nice dockers, he looked as though he actually made an effort to look very put together tonight. He wore cologne which is rare for him and he styled his hair. He’s the type of guy that wakes up and puts on what ever is clean so this much effort tells me so much. I asked “what’s going on?” and he just looked at me. What was going on? Why didn’t he tell me what was wrong? I just stood there stone still waiting for his lips to move slightly to put my mind at ease. He told me how much I meant to him, and how though we’re only seventeen that he’s never felt this way before. He said it with caution. His eyes looked glassy and still, like the water on a pond, smooth. This speech scared me. I’ve never had to deal with such intense feelings. He continued with his feelings and ended with an “I love you”, he paused and stared at me, then he said it again but now he was saying it in a way to question me and searching for a response “I love you?” I could only grasp onto him and hug him with every ounce of emotion lying in me. “I love you too” It felt so right to say this to him, but it only scares me even more. I cried and held onto him, he knows exactly how I feel and why I get so upset when it comes to those three words. That much energy and force into three words can be something that can hurt you in the deepest ways. So if you never say it, you never get hurt. Now I have said it and can smile from ear to ear but inside I’m still so scared of it’s power. We walked through the gardens and he held my hand, we went to the dock and looked out at the water, holding his hand has never felt this right, never have I felt this rich inside. He took me home and I smiled to bed. My purple dress that he told me to wear hung on my chair, he told me thinks I look beautiful in that dress. Then I woke up. I looked over at my dress, still draped over my chair. I could still smell his cologne on my hair. My mind still felt numb.
Critical Writing A
March 4th, 2002
Question by Old 97’s
Dreamt Again
I woke up with beads of perspiration racing down my temples streaming down to my neck and soaking in my soft cotton shirt. I felt my face turn a fiery crimson red. I was dreadfully hot so I took off my socks. My comfort of coolness soon deflated once I remembered my dream. It was him. I’ve never seen something so vivid in my mind. I could pick out every detail. It started abruptly. We were in the park. walking slower than usual. For some reason I felt butterflies in my stomach though I don’t normally. We’ve been together for over three and half months, so my nervousness is over. Even he looked nervous, I am guessing that is what made me feel nervous, seeing his eyes look so hollow. He was wearing the sweater I gave him for Christmas, and some nice dockers, he looked as though he actually made an effort to look very put together tonight. He wore cologne which is rare for him and he styled his hair. He’s the type of guy that wakes up and puts on what ever is clean so this much effort tells me so much. I asked “what’s going on?” and he just looked at me. What was going on? Why didn’t he tell me what was wrong? I just stood there stone still waiting for his lips to move slightly to put my mind at ease. He told me how much I meant to him, and how though we’re only seventeen that he’s never felt this way before. He said it with caution. His eyes looked glassy and still, like the water on a pond, smooth. This speech scared me. I’ve never had to deal with such intense feelings. He continued with his feelings and ended with an “I love you”, he paused and stared at me, then he said it again but now he was saying it in a way to question me and searching for a response “I love you?” I could only grasp onto him and hug him with every ounce of emotion lying in me. “I love you too” It felt so right to say this to him, but it only scares me even more. I cried and held onto him, he knows exactly how I feel and why I get so upset when it comes to those three words. That much energy and force into three words can be something that can hurt you in the deepest ways. So if you never say it, you never get hurt. Now I have said it and can smile from ear to ear but inside I’m still so scared of it’s power. We walked through the gardens and he held my hand, we went to the dock and looked out at the water, holding his hand has never felt this right, never have I felt this rich inside. He took me home and I smiled to bed. My purple dress that he told me to wear hung on my chair, he told me thinks I look beautiful in that dress. Then I woke up. I looked over at my dress, still draped over my chair. I could still smell his cologne on my hair. My mind still felt numb.