carolina.

(via.)

dear fleur.

i dreamed last night.
i mean, of course i always dream. but it was one of those realllllly good dreams. the ones that i like to remember.

it was after i saw this picture.

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there was a white room. with one blue wall. and a stained glass window in that wall. there was music going. a band playing on an oak stage. 4 guys. all with nice hair. and nice clothes.
and the guitarist was barefoot.
there was a blonde girl with me. she was gorgeous. wearing a little purple dress and white heels. she had a huge smile that took up half her face.
her name was carolina.
the lead guitarist never looked away from her the whole time he played. he had blue eyes.
she kept staring at the floor. a cherry wood floor.
i thought it was cute.

when they finished playing, another band went on stage. the guy came right over to carolina and me, not bothering to put his guitar down or his shoes on. he asked her what her name was. i heard him introduce himself. "arthur," he said. someone mentioned a diner down the road. and off we went.

he sat next to her in the booth. and ordered a pot of coffee. i had chai tea. carolina took a bottle of pale pink nailpolish out of her leather purse and started painting her fingernails. arthur was smitten. it was 12PM and she was painting her fingernails? adorable. and ridiculous.
then the waitress noticed that he was barefoot. she chided him. but didn't kick us out.
we stayed in that diner till 4 in the morning. and the 3 other guys from the band came to get him. they had to hit the road they said. arthur looked heartbroken. he and carolina exchanged phone numbers. he hugged me. i saw the way she played with her hair nervously. it was obvious. they liked each other.
he took her out the front door of the diner to say goodbye.
the guys introduced themselves and started poking fun at arthur and his little crush. turns out he'd never had a girlfriend. "loved his music too much." the tallest guy who was wearing moccasins took my chai and chugged it. but i didn't mind for some reason. then they bought a whole chocolate cake and headed for the door.
i heard their shouts of surprise and whistling and clapping. i looked out the diner window as i pulled my coat on.
arthur was kissing carolina.
as she pulled away, she was blushing.
then they left.

carolina and i went back to the place with the stained glass window. it was locked shut. everyone had gone home. it was late after all. but my car was out front. we sat inside it together. her fingering his phone number written on a napkin. and we talked. then i drove us home. not tired at all.
then we laid on my bedroom floor eating blueberry yogurt and talked some more.
i told her to call him in the morning.
then we fell asleep.

when i woke up, carolina was sitting on the windowsill, lightly laughing on the phone.
it was arthur.

we had breakfast together.
carolina got out her guitar afterwards. she played for a long time.
she hadn't played in 4 years.

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i really liked that one.

now i have to go do dishes.

love. bella.