My Dream. (Part IV)

(So this is the point where I wake up because I'm worried about what time it is and fall back to sleep and continue the dream on my own, then actually start dreaming)

[SIZE="1"]Me: (comes out of bathroom)
John: That was quick.
Me: (pats his shoulder [which is level with my head]) Of course it was.
John: (gives me one handed hug) Just wanted to avoid me?
Me: Uh... Then I would've walked out the door. Or made you get out. Um... You can let go of me now.
John: I know.
Me: ... That means stop crushing me. You're strong. I get it.
John: No. I just like hugging you.
Me: One armed hugging?
John: My other arm is occupied.
Me: I see. Folding clothes--didn't think a guy like YOU would do something like THAT.
John: (smirks) Why not?
Me: (shrug) Too manly?
John: I'm not, am I?
Me: I guess guys can fold clothes. This is random, but Veena thinks your head looks like a mushroom.
John: Oh my god... you're one imperfection is your friends.
Me: My ONE imperfection? Wow. Being gone for, like, 4 years really DOES do the trick.
John: Ha-ha funny.
Me: Very. Now let go... Please?
John: (lets go) So am I just throwing your stuff--
Me: I'll handle it. (throws shirts into one drawer, pants into another and underwear into another) Yup. The quick way. All right. So. Now what?
John: (shrug) Hey, didn't you say you were an artist?
Me: ... I did?
John: Well, you told me.
Me: Okay, so I did.
John: Yeah. So... Brought any art supplies with you?
Me: Um... Sketchbook and pencils. Never leave anywhere without 'em.
John: ... You any good at drawing people?
Me: Uh... Sort... Of?
John: Can you draw me anyway?
Me: How 'bout we look for Veena, Steph and Rae instead?
John: (shrug) Sure.
Me: Out the door.[/SIZE]

END PART IV.
... I have to go take a shower now. So bye.