I got the text that Chris would be here in five hours and decided I'd take a nap. After setting an alarm on my phone, I curled up in the middle of the bed. With my music playing softly in the background, I drifted off to sleep, half awake half asleep.<br/>I dreamed of finally meeting Chris, of hugging him, kissing him, of finally not having to imagine his affection anymore. I dreamed that I slept through my alarm, and that a truck pulled into the drive way. I giggled at this dream.<br/>"Bla, babe? You here?" Someone called. I bolted awake, sitting up in bed.<br/>"Chris?" I called back. Looking at the clock, I yelped and jumped out of the bed. Launching myself across the room and sliding down the hall. I stopped myself on the door to the living room where the door opened into. I took in the guys standing in the open doorway and grinned.<br/>"Chris!" I said, suddenly shy. I walked over, pulled him into the house and shut the door. I stood back, leaning on the door for a second, pinching my leg to make sure I was awake. "Your really here." I whispered, afraid to talk, to wake up if this really was a dream.