Dream When He Was Fat Mga Nobela at Kwento

Words failed me. How was I supposed to think straight with his hands doing that? His touch moved in practiced circles, warm and rhythmic, like he'd done this a hundred times. “I’ll get fat if I eat too much,” I couldn't help but say. He looked up, his gaze sharp. “You’re really thin right now. Do you know that?” He pinched my cheek, his voice softening. “Even if you gained weight, you’d still be cute. A cute fatty.”

Maybe he is the boy's father. "Now, tell me why do you look so tired?" "I didn't get much sleep last night. I had this weird dream. Once I woke up I couldn't get back to sleep." "What was the dream about?" "I dreamt I was pregnant. I was staring out of a window into what looked like a backyard. There were children running around. Suddenly there were arms around me. The guy told me not to worry that our child would be here soon. The voice was so soothing. When I looked back to the window I saw the guy's eyes change colors. It chanced between yellow, green, and blue. When I tried to turn around I woke up."

This night because Atif was drunk he fall into deep sleep. Atif is dreaming this time. At first he is happy in his dream but later on his dream turns into a nightmare. Why? For in his dream, he is seeing these scenes: In his dream he is still a little boy with long dark hair which curled prettily around his face. He is a good-looking little boy. The snowflakes fell upon his long dark hair. He is standing in front of the fast food building. Its Friday evening again. He is waiting for someone to arrive.

And… and. I screamed, falling back, my eyes so wide, I feared they might go dry. “What the hell?!” I screamed, pointing at the… the… Fuck, maybe this was a dream. I've missed him so much and now I'm having a really weird dream about him. “I never knew you were dumb,” Kade said, lying on his side, naked, his voice weak. “Who would have thought?” “Yes,” I nodded. “This is a dream. Kade would never call me dumb.”

She is acting so weird, I don’t want her to ruin my day. Besides, I don't want to piss her off by telling her that I couldn't stay one day without him. I can't even stop thinking about him. I had a dream about him, it felt so real. In my dream, he was a tiny little baby lying on the bed. I was with him in that dream and I was like a guardian angel, looking after him.

Was he dreaming? To be continued!!

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

I inform him wryly, “if that’s not sick I don’t know what is.” “That must be it.” He mutters to himself, elaborating when he sees my confusion. “I had the strangest dreams. They must have been from my fever – only they didn’t seem like nightmares… they were more like memories.” I freeze in place, “Oh? What kind of memories?” “All kinds of things.” He answers vaguely, “Flynn when we were little, my father teaching me to run the pack.” “Is that all?” I press nervously, slowly chopping up some vegetables to throw in an omelet.