When I wake up the sun is beaming through the window of our room, I am still lying-down in my bed and feels so drowsy recalling my dream of kissing Prince Flynn with so much passion and hunger. I am wondering why on earth I was dreaming about him, it seems I had been waiting for him for so long.
I hate myself for remembering his touch, the sweet taste of his lips, I felt like I already experienced my first kiss and it was with him, maybe it is because I still hate the prince that is why in my dreams I was kissing him. They said that dream is the exact opposite of reality. I detest myself for liking everything that happened in my dreams.
I have risen from bed and go to the bathroom to take a bath, and I am hopeful that the present fondness I feel for the Prince will be gone after I refresh myself.
