Damian drifted through a long, vivid dream.
He was back in high school with Allison. After a basketball game, the prettiest girl in school cornered him in the locker room and poured out her confession. Allison happened to walk in right then with his lunch. She saw the whole thing, her cheeks flushed bright pink, and she turned and ran without a word.
He left the other girl standing there and chased Allison down the hall. He caught her hand and asked straight out, "Allison, will you be my girlfriend?"
She had looked up at him with that soft smile and answered, "Sure."
Damian woke up smiling. The clock already read eight thirty. He lay there catching his breath for a moment and felt the dampness of tears at the corners of his eyes.
He swung his legs out of bed, splashed cold water on hi
