Matter

She was standing infront of the class. With one hand holding a marker,she writes on the board.


MATTER.
*Definition
*Types
*....


She suddenly stopped when one of her students stood and called her attention.


"This is too highschool-ish.Why do we need to repeat what we learned before."


She raised an eyebrow.Closed her marker. The click-clack of her stilletos resounded on the four walls of the now quiet room. All of her students gazed at her as she slowly went down a step towards the aisle. Going down was a bit hard coz of her pencil skirt uniform. Oh how she hated those uniform and somebody talking like this to her is not practically easing her agony.




"What class are you in now Mr.?"
"Physics."
"Well then..The need for us to discuss this matter is because it sets the primer for our discussion in the days to come and by that i mean..."


Again she was interrupted,this time by a knock on the door. The door opened gently with its annoying rusty sound. She already informed the maintenance
people about this but til now it isn't fixed.


She turned her body towards the door. A man in a red lacoste polo shirt,khaki pants which are well pressed and boat shoes entered the door. He was tall. About 5'9, fair skinned with clean cut hair.His face covered with a bouquet of white roses and pink stargazers.


The students went frantic. Some of them shouted as they tease her. About 8 guys from the class stood at the back and waved letters written in illustration boards.1/8 in size. Big bold letters and a question mark in the end.


The signs read:


M A R R Y E M ?


"What??"


One of the students ran suddenly towards the group and rearranged the guys holding the boards.


Now it reads:


M A R R Y M E?


All the girls shrieked at the top of their voice,as the man in red lacoste polo shirt reached for something in the back of his pocket and knelt in front of her.

She was shaking and her hands were trembling. Tears suddenly flowed from her eyes as their song played in the background. Acoustic version and her student was playing the guitar and singing at the same time.

He handed her the bouquet and his head still bowed down. He slowly looks up at her..



And the sound of the alarm clock woke her up.
It's 7:30am.. Time to get up.
Work starts at 9am.
The service comes 8:30am.
She smiles.



(This was my actual dream this morning.i remember it vividly though.im just wondering why is it that whenever it gets to the part when the face of the guy is about to be revealed..i wake up. Happens to many i guess?! Hahaha)