Fireflies

One day, he passed my way. A boy, or a man. About my height, with a smirk upon his face. I did not know him, but it seemed he knew me.

I would dream about this boy, ever since I first fell eyes on him. Who was he, or the real question I asked my self every day what was he?

I’ve only talked to the man once, and that is the time I will always question. I asked his name, he looked up from the ground, and grinned as his eyes glowed bright yellow like fireflies in the night. I then opened my eyes, I was in my bed, with the same man.