I was sitting in Java, my work place, reading a book. There was no one else there, I had locked the door and turned off all the lights but the ones in the back. I heard the door open but kept on reading. A guy comes over to me and sits down across the table from me, blocking my light. I look up to yell at him and I see that it's my Johnathon.
He reached across the table to stroke my cheek and said, "I never thought you could be more beautiful than the day I met you..." I stood up and practically mauled the poor guy, kissing him all over his face while he was laughing, telling me that he missed me too.
I asked him why he was back and he told me that he would watch over the baby and me. I didn't understand what he meant but didn't ask. Throughout our conversation he kept refering to "the baby" and how he was going to take care of it so I didn't need to worry.
I wokeup a little puzzled but happy that I had seen him again.. Three days later my baby sister was born. Since then I've had dreams of John taking care of her... :)
