It was  cold and rainy in the city, Wendy Daily walked along the street, her umbrella in one hand and a tray of hot coffee in the other. She sighed and waited for the streetlight to tell her she could walk again and be on her way. A man came up next to her and looked down at her, smiling in almost a mock fashion. She look disheveled, and, in her own words, disgraceful. Her royal blue jumper suite was unzipped and the upper half of it was off and around her waist while her gray tank top showed threw. Her hair was moped up in a messy bun and there were paint drops here and there all over her. It had been a long day and it was only ganna get longer. She sighed to herself and walked on as the light changed to ‘walk’.

“Hey, daily, where ya been? What took ya so long?!” someone yelled from the back of the building as Wendy came in through the big double wide set of doors for the old warehouse. It was being refurnished and Wendy’s team was hired for the job. She sat down the coffee at a near by table as people came flooding to her. She soon got back to work only to be interrupted again by Brian, whom was one of people that now owned this warehouse. He walked over to her wall and watched her paint as if it was an

x-treme sport. She looked over at him and he had to laugh, her appearance was ragged and she looked tremendously tired. His face sobered as the ‘go to hell’ look she had given didn’t recede. He stifled his laughter and gave her the best apologetic look he could muster.  Wendy giggled and moped up some paint on her brush.

            Wendy and Brian had become good friends in the past few days that they had known each other; they felt as if they had known each other for years and were old friends. Brian thought this girl, with the bright blue eyes and thick blonde hair, with a smile that could light the world to be a good friend, a person he could be comfortable around and joke around with.

            Wendy smiled mischievously as she scooped the paint up with her brush, and turned around to face the man. She dapped some paint on his nose and watched as the stunned expression faded into his face. He flicked a little paint into her face with his fingers and a huge paint fight the two of them began. They rolled around in the floor on the paint as they doused each other in it. By the time they had broken up the war, they both looked like bright blue smirfs. Brian helped Wendy up then as a return victory he flicked a little more paint in her hair, only adding to the mess. They leaned in slowly, not really even realizing where they were, or what they were doing, only having a huge smile each on there faces and pulling each other closer, they kissed.

            Wendy shot straight up in bed, immediately remembering the dream. , she looked over at the clock, 5:00, without thinking she grabbed the phone next to her bed and dialed her friends number.

            “Pen, you will NOT believe the dream I just had!”