Sam

“Sam.” I shout. It takes me a second to realize that I'm lying in my bed. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and my skin is covered in sweat. My eyes are fixed on my ceiling. Definitely my own room.

“Only a dream?” I ask out loud and try to calm myself down. I take a look around and nothing has changed, my room looks exactly the same. In the hallway I can hear footsteps and almost expect the door to open and the little girl from my dream to run in. But they move away from my door and after a while I can make out Danny's voice.

Sam. Deep down I always liked her, even though she changed. But I have never looked at her like I have in my dream. In the dream her emerald green eyes seemed to look into my soul. And a warmth I never felt before spread though my body. Maybe subconsciously there is more than I realized until now.

“John, hurry or you'll be late for school.” my mother shouts from downstairs. Ripped out of my thoughts I look at the clock. I have to hurry to make it in time.