That night I hardly slept. I could only think of the beautiful pale boy I saw. When I closed my eyes all I could imagine was what he would look like up close. His pale skin contrasting against my darker tone. His nose, slightly larger than mine, fitting beautifully inside the frame of his slightly round face. His lips. His thin top lip sitting gently above his plush bottom one. His eyes. His artistic blue eyes with the random spots of natural gold. The way his hair falls slightly over his right eye, and the way it wisps in the air with the breeze. I feel asleep that night to the thought of the intriguing thin-lipped boy.