Me , being jasmin anis, with a wild imagination, is so used to having dreams while sleeping but apparently, Ashton Kutcher rarely visits me in my sleep but one fine day, he did. hehe.
So, a few years back, I had a dream about Ashton. It was super real, as if it had really happened a few years back. Started with an evening atmosphere, Ashton wore red, again, the color that turns me on every single time.At first, we were in his balcony while staring at the nice view of his neighborhood .It was very green and peaceful. Trees were everywhere, leaves all around and people cycling and walking along the path walk. Next, he brought me outside the house . He showed me around the housing area with a few junctions here and there .It was a Malay neighborhood, indeed and not the typical American area. Just walking there with him, made my heart skipped a beat and at one point, it stopped .Literally, my heart stop beating and I was gasping for air, for no apparent reason, when all he did was held my hand tightly. He was so tall, magically handsome and good looking. A perfect creation of God. All I could remember was he smiled all the way and he did not let go of my hand, not even once. We didn’t do much though, except for walking around the little neighborhood and a park. One thing that caught my attention most was his mesmerizing, breathtaking smell. I personally think that he wore his perfume lightly but somehow, the intensity of the chemistry in his body blended well together with the scent and it still send shivers down my spines, just thinking about it. It was rather masculine with a touch of sweetness. Enough with the sweet smell already, I’m halfway shaking. Later on, we wanted to go inside one of the houses when suddenly, a familiar looking man appeared .It was my conservative father. Surprisingly, he did actually acknowledge him as if he was an important figure in my life. Perhaps he is. A son in law or merely , something more than that. They chatted for a while and then, Ashton asked me to go ahead first. I had no idea why but getting the cue from him, I followed, obediently. Before he sent me away, here comes the best part of all, he leaned down, and kissed me lightly on my lips and right there, my dream ended, as I gazed him away through the front porch of an anonymous house. Can u imagine how would I feel waking up to a dream of your most desirable man in the universe? Great huh? I think so too. When I was awake unintentionally, I tried my best to go to sleep again but somehow, it didn’t turn out the way that I wanted it to be .My fault anyway, I snoozed in between Asar and Maghrib. It was the Satan's work and I, being weak, played along with it. After all, I had something magical to hold on to. It happened when I was just 17 and now, here I am at 19 years old. Still, I could remember ever little detail, vividly. Maybe , because I was hopelessly in love with him. We did nothing but left me smiling, practically for the whole week! The part that made me respected him more was that he didn’t take any advantages while we're together and he acted very maturedly. Yeah it was just a few hours but the effects were magnificent. He made me laughed without trying too hard and obviously, it worked. He cared about my feelings and it is his intention, not to hurt me. Mostly, he made me feel safe. He provided a sense of security by being with him. I had nothing to care about but him .I guess, that’s when you know, you love someone, more than you love yourself. You sit still, doing nothing, nodding your head left and right, giggling endlessly while gazing into each other's eyes, with no spoken words, physically touched with no obvious intention, cherishing every awaken moment of it and most importantly, being comfortable in your own skin. When you know, you'll just know but since for me, it’s just a dream with my Ashton in it, it’s just a matter of infatuition!
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