The sun shines warmly on the back of my neck, as I walk slowly down an old dirt road. The unseasonably hot weather has thoroughly dried the surface of the road, causing small clouds of dust to rise into the air with each step I make. The sunlight filters through the leaves of the trees lining the sides of the road, creating patterns that dance on the ground before me as the light breeze passes through.
Gazing down the road, I brush away beads of sweat from my forehead. This road seems to be getting longer by the minute, I think to myself. The heat from my burning neck is a painful reminder that I neglected to put on sunscreen before leaving the house. I'll be paying for that later. I check the time, and focus on the rhythm of my scuffing feet. The undulating motion of the sunbeams on the road mesmerizes me, and I get lost in thought.
I'm brought back to the present when a large rain drop lands on the top of my head. I wipe it away absentmindedly, and look at my watch. Twenty-five minutes had passed. I couldn't vouch for where that time had gone. Even worse, I thought, I have no clue where I am. Suddenly, another pair of rain drops fall heavily on my shoulder. Looking up at the sky, I notice that the sun has disappeared, replaced by dark and ominous-looking clouds. A roll of thunder confirms my suspicions, and I quicken my pace as the rain starts to fall.
Before I make it ten steps further, the sky opens up. Within thirty seconds, I'm soaked through my clothes. There is a puddle forming in my shoes, and the formerly dry, dusty road has turned into a muddy, puddle-ridden obstacle course. The rain is coming down at an angle, each ice-cold drop that slams into me a reminder to check the forecast before going out for a walk. There is no place along the side of the road for shelter. There is a bend in the road ahead... Maybe there's a house or something that I can hide under until the rain stops.
Just past the bend, no more than fifty feet away, a driveway parts the trees on the left side of the road. The driveway winds through a massive expanse of well-manicured grass, leading to a large white colonial. A gazebo stands guard on one side of the driveway, and through the rain I notice a figure standing in the gazebo, arms motioning towards me. I start to jog towards the structure, eager to get out of the rain.
I take off my glasses as I arrive at the gazebo. In my attempt to make myself more presentable, I wipe the excess water from my face, and run my fingers through my hair. Putting my glasses back on, I look to see who this kind stranger is. My eyes focus slowly, and I see her. I'm astonished. How can this be? Is this real? She gestures towards the bench she's sitting on, and I join her. I'm speechless as she reaches up with one hand and tucks an errant strand of hair behind one ear. Smiling, she says,
"Some weather today, huh?"
"Yeah," I reply, through a throat that is suddenly dry.
"I'll bet you're glad you found me here. Its another three miles 'til the next house."
I nod my agreement as thunder cracks loudly overhead. She jumps, startled at the noise. The rain is coming down even harder now, and the sound of it pelting the roof of the gazebo is almost deafening.
"How'd you get here?" She asks. "Not to many people just 'happen' by here."
I turn to look out the side of the gazebo and down the road. "I don't know, to be honest. I was just out for a walk. One minute I'm getting a sunburn on my neck, and the next minute I'm walking in the rain. I'm not even sure where 'here' is. Where ar-"
She cuts me off mid-sentence by pressing her lips against mine. Her hands run through my hair, tugging gently. I'm caught off guard, but soon overwhelmed by the light fragrance of her hair and sweet taste of her lips. She pulls back for a moment, giggles, and pulls me towards her again. Her breath feels warm against my neck as the cold rain continues to fall around us. She wraps her arms around me tightly, and in this embrace we stay for what seems forever.
"You're shivering," I say quietly after a few minutes.
"I know," she replies, sliding down the bench a little. "I didn't exactly dress for this kind of wea-"
The last word gets interrupted by another explosion of thunder. She moves closer towards me again, seeking whatever comfort I can provide.
"Kiss me again."
I look down at her, and I---
I roll off the couch and onto the floor, my dream shattered like the still reflection of a pond when disturbed by a thrown rock. I'm confused.... Where am I? I pick myself up off the carpet, trying to figure out what happened. I shake my head to rid my mind of the fog that settled there, and come to a sad realization.
I had been napping. On the couch. Every single part of what I thought happened, had been a dream. Of course it was a dream, I think to myself. Where else would I get a chance to make out with Scarlet Johansson?