A Special Wish.

Dear Dream Giver,

Please bless me with a special dream tonight. If at all possible, I wish that you might guess star a few familiar faces, perhaps an old friend or what have you. (Exclude my cat Janie from that list though.) I wonder though, are you a lot like Santa Claus in the sense that you have to be a good girl in order to get what you want? I wouldn't mind. But if you are, I would like an explanation of why I'm not receiving those promised dreams. I know my roommates and I joke around a lot, and yes, I do hate on my American Foundations teacher every chance I get, but to deprive me of your dreams seems a little drastic, don't you think?
For some odd reason Dream Giver, I would ask that this dream be set around Christmas time. Lately it's all I've been thinking about. Perhaps its the fact that I miss my family, friends, and at times yes, my rotten cat Janie. I picture there being snow. Lots of it. I imagine the snow falling down in large clumps that of course land on my eyelashes, blurring my vision completely.
Woah, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Please dismiss this as a demand, and think of it as more of a suggestion. I would like for my dream to start of with a girl sleeping. That girl will of course be me, snuggled deep in never ending blankets, dreaming of sleigh bells and polar expresses. Then suddenly, there needs to be a boy, throwing a snowball at my frosted window. I will wake up, look around, and walk towards the window. Then I'll see him. Dressed in a "newsies" style hat, warm scarf, mittens, snow-encrusted jeans and winter boots. I'll open the window and poke my head out. "What are you doing down there?" I'll ask with a shy smile. He'll motion for me to come down and I'll obey his wishes. I'll creep down the stairs and out the door, wrapped in a big fluffy coat. My cheeks will instantly turn rosy. He'll take me by the hand without any explanation and walk me down towards the town pond. "Rachael, stand here and don't move." He'll say as he sneaks around a giant fern. I'll wait there, shivering in the cold, but for only a brief moment. He's truly a gentlemen, never letting me wait too long for anything. When he comes back, he'll be carrying a beautifully wrapped box, topped with a giant pink bow. I'll give him a look and protest the exchanging of gifts. "You promised we'd do it together, we have to go back and grab yours." He'll shake his head and explain that this is a special gift, that it couldn't wait. We'll walk towards the set of swings placed at the edge of the pond, and sit down. As I carefully unwrap the gift however, he'll get up from off his seat and stand in front of me. When I open the box and see that nothing is inside, I'll look up at him with an arched eyebrow. He'll take the box from off my lap and set it on the ground, then slowly kneel on one knee. "Rachael, I have nothing to give you. Nothing but my heart and my love." I'll smile as tears brim my eyes. He'll grab my hand and pull out another small, simply wrapped box. This time he unwraps it and pops it open. BOOM. BAM. RING. And thats when I would like for you to let snow fall on my eyelashes and everywhere else you could imagine. I especially like it when it falls on my head, making my hair frizz into its natural state. From there you could throw in any suggestions, perhaps a couple snow angles, snowflake kisses, iceskating, you name it. Its yours from that point forward.
Please keep me in mind when you pass over our small tiny apartment tonight.
and remember my special wish.

Thanks a heep :)

Sincerely,
A daydream believer.