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Friday, January 16, 2009Y
Fireworks

The air conditioner was on full blast; I snuggled deeper under the sheets. His eyes were glued to the TV showing the latest Heroes episode. I tried to stay awake but my eyelids were getting heavier by the minute. I could hear Claire pleading with her dad and Hiro’s last conversation with his mom, but it seemed like it was coming from a faraway place…

Bursts of small fireworks broke through the chilly night sky, lighting up the darkness with vibrant arrays of colors and patterns. The temperature rose unexpectedly; it was almost as if the fireworks had dispelled the chills. I could feel the starting of a warm, delicious sensation running through my body...

The fireworks continued, each explosion bigger and brighter than the last. My heart thumped loudly as I witnessed the mesmerizing display with growing excitement. Somewhere in the background I could hear the ending theme from Heroes, but the fireworks kept appearing out of nowhere, much to my curious delight.

I could feel my cheeks heating up to a brilliant blush, reflecting the lights from the fireworks. Nevertheless, the fireworks increased both in frequency and volume, turning the dark skies into a romantic sunset. The background noises from a sports channel were drowned out by sudden breathing sounds; it took me a moment to realize it was my own.

I struggled to steady my breath - this was simply a dream, albeit an alarmingly pleasurable one. But the sunset looked so real, the fireworks so bright and alive…

As the stunning fireworks made a canvas out of the glowing skies, I knew the finale was inevitable. Soon enough, the surrounding skies shone with beams of red, orange, and gold so loud it almost blinded me. I shielded my eyes from the explosions as the last crackles subsided, and the voice of a sports commentator came back to the foreground.

I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, grinning from ear to ear, his fingers stroking my face in a slow, soothing motion. I turned my eyes to the TV.

Half an hour has passed since I dozed off.

11:48 a.m. Photobucket