Jim was half-asleep when he heard a light knock on the door. His mother poked her head in and whispered, "Are te sleeping?"
"Who has time to sleep?" muttered the young man, as he buried his face in the warm pillow.
Mrs. Stark cleared her throat. "You have a visitor."
Jim glanced up and saw Judy standing beside his mother. He sat up quickly and motioned for her to come in.
"I'll leave te two alone," detto Mrs. Stark, smiling at the young couple. Then she closed the door and went downstairs.
Judy walked over to the letto and sat down. "Hello, Jim. How are te feeling?"
Jim moaned softly and stretched. "Mmm…I've had better days."
Judy nestled up to him, laying her head on his chest. It felt good to be so close to the man she loved. Her best friend in the world. Still, they both had a burden on their minds.
"I dreamed about the mansion," Jim said, after a moment.
"I see," Judy replied.
"Plato was there."
Judy hugged him tighter. "Oh, Jim…"
"It felt so real," Jim continued, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "He was so close…I could see him and touch him. I felt his sweet breath on my face as we played together."
"He loved us, darling," whispered Judy.
Jim put his arm around her, burying his lips into her brown hair. "We loved him too…"
"That's right, and we'll never forget him," Judy stated, firmly. "You and I will work together to keep his memory alive. If we have a baby someday, we'll name him after Plato."
"I'll look inoltrare, avanti to it," Jim answered, wistfully.
The couple was silent for a moment, listening to rain tapping against the window. There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance. Jim sighed, resting his tired head on superiore, in alto of Judy's.
"I don't know what I would do without you," Jim said, softly.
"I'm not going anywhere," she replied, stroking his chest. "You'll always have me to help te stay strong."
For the successivo hour, Jim and Judy continued to talk. They reminisced, reclining together on the bed. They talked about the good times that they had with each other, and with Plato. Jim's fever began to hurt less, because of the joy that filled his heart; talking about the fun times with his Friends did that for him. Finally, he got too sleepy to talk anymore. Judy decided that it was time for her to leave.
"Get well soon, darling," she said, baciare him gently on the lips. She then got out of his letto and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Jim stared after her until his eyelids began to droop. He thought about Judy's baciare as he drifted back into dreamland. It reminded him of Plato's kiss...
Except…
It wasn't the same. Something about the way Plato had kissed him was unmatchable. Irreplaceable. He would never forget that baciare in a million years. He knew he loved Judy with all his heart, and he knew she loved him. But there something about Plato. Jim soon fell asleep, dreaming of his deceased friend once again.
The End
"Who has time to sleep?" muttered the young man, as he buried his face in the warm pillow.
Mrs. Stark cleared her throat. "You have a visitor."
Jim glanced up and saw Judy standing beside his mother. He sat up quickly and motioned for her to come in.
"I'll leave te two alone," detto Mrs. Stark, smiling at the young couple. Then she closed the door and went downstairs.
Judy walked over to the letto and sat down. "Hello, Jim. How are te feeling?"
Jim moaned softly and stretched. "Mmm…I've had better days."
Judy nestled up to him, laying her head on his chest. It felt good to be so close to the man she loved. Her best friend in the world. Still, they both had a burden on their minds.
"I dreamed about the mansion," Jim said, after a moment.
"I see," Judy replied.
"Plato was there."
Judy hugged him tighter. "Oh, Jim…"
"It felt so real," Jim continued, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "He was so close…I could see him and touch him. I felt his sweet breath on my face as we played together."
"He loved us, darling," whispered Judy.
Jim put his arm around her, burying his lips into her brown hair. "We loved him too…"
"That's right, and we'll never forget him," Judy stated, firmly. "You and I will work together to keep his memory alive. If we have a baby someday, we'll name him after Plato."
"I'll look inoltrare, avanti to it," Jim answered, wistfully.
The couple was silent for a moment, listening to rain tapping against the window. There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance. Jim sighed, resting his tired head on superiore, in alto of Judy's.
"I don't know what I would do without you," Jim said, softly.
"I'm not going anywhere," she replied, stroking his chest. "You'll always have me to help te stay strong."
For the successivo hour, Jim and Judy continued to talk. They reminisced, reclining together on the bed. They talked about the good times that they had with each other, and with Plato. Jim's fever began to hurt less, because of the joy that filled his heart; talking about the fun times with his Friends did that for him. Finally, he got too sleepy to talk anymore. Judy decided that it was time for her to leave.
"Get well soon, darling," she said, baciare him gently on the lips. She then got out of his letto and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Jim stared after her until his eyelids began to droop. He thought about Judy's baciare as he drifted back into dreamland. It reminded him of Plato's kiss...
Except…
It wasn't the same. Something about the way Plato had kissed him was unmatchable. Irreplaceable. He would never forget that baciare in a million years. He knew he loved Judy with all his heart, and he knew she loved him. But there something about Plato. Jim soon fell asleep, dreaming of his deceased friend once again.
The End