i dreamt of kissing uma thurman.
i remember the dream as clear as a crystal though it happened days, even weeks ago.
i was dancing in the dance floor. the lights were dim. the musics were lively. it was perfect.
she was dancing beside me in a beautiful black dress whilst i was being a fool and kept on slipping from my red skirt.
seeing me like that, she then took my hand and dragged me to the changing room.
i was startled at first but relaxed when i knew that she just wanted to help me with that damn skirt.
so, she took off her own black skirt and offered it to me. i refused it because it meant she has nothing to wear.
upon seeing my hesitant, she assured me by showing her other dress. it was a purple dress. purple. it was the ugliest purple dress i have ever seen in my dreams. who can wear those?
however i was proven wrong when i saw her with that dress. the ugly dress had turned into the most beautiful.
she was so gorgeous and so ethereal that it made me silent for a while. just staring at her.
feeling so awestrucked and amazed, i walked closer to her and pecked her lips. i kissed uma thurman in my dream and it was the best thing.
im such a sucker for kisses and uma thurman and kisses from uma thurman.
p. s. : the amount of the words ‘uma thurman’ and ‘kiss’ are so overwhelming and too much. im sorry.