Dream #3

Taking the last sip out of my pepsi cup, and looking up at the score 91-43. I just sat there in the stands staring at how tired the guys were after playing four quarters of basketball. To my left a guy in green shorts with a black t-shirt that has a nike logo in the middle. To my right a guy in jeans and wearing a Heat jersey. Both of these guys were pretty tall, and through the whole game they were yelling and screaming about how shitty the game was going. I just sat there wondering, “will they ever stop and shut up?” But finally peace and quiet as the game came to the end. I prepared myself now for what I had came for. Getting signatures. I blasted over to the entrances where the players had started to leave the court. I stuck my hand out with a paper and pen, waving it furiously in front of their faces. Pushing my way around through all these people, I could barely catch a face of who I wanted to get a signature from. My hand was now encaptured between two bodies, and I just left my hand hanging there till the rush ended. I just stood there waiting and waiting, but none of the players even stopped for anyone. So, to my dissapointment, I just left and started walking out of the arena.
As I started walking up the stands, I saw out of the corner of my eye a girl sitting in the stand by herself. She was in the top of the first section and everyone around her had left already. I continued to stare at her while I moved up the stands. She had dark hair, and I couldn’t really make out her face that well. She was looking at her cellphone, like she had a text message or something. I wonder if she is waiting for someone or just trying to look like she is lost. As I she came closer into my view, I could see her beauty. Her hair falling down her cheek, and her lips enclosed between her hair. Her eyes half covered by her hair hanging down.
I decided that I wouldn’t go in front of her, but I would sit behind her in the row.
I moved up the the stands, and moved into the row behind her. I sat a bit of a distance away from her, but I could still see the side of her face. I sat there wondering if she was going to leave soon, but she was still looking at her cellphone. I wanted to move even closer to a point where I could even read what was on her screen. But I was too afraid that she would catch me looking. I sat there waiting for her to make a move, but she sat there for the longest time. The arena was still clearing out but there was less noise than before. I looked at her for the longest time, and I wanted to see her beauty. As soon as I started thinking more deeply about what she is doing, she stood up. I calmy turned my view to a slightly different angle from her, but with her still in my view. I see her stretch her slender arms into the air, and gave a little cute yawn. But then she slowly turned her head my way and then…
She turned her face straight to me and…
I woke up.