Chapter One

Harry's POV

And this will be the first time in a week

I was awaken by my alarm from one of the greatest dreams I had ever had.

《《DREAM 》》

I was running through a field, to what I don't know. The field was full of pink and white flowers. Suddenly, I tripped over someone sitting.

"God, Hazza! Sometimes your so clumsy!" The person said. A man. He was sitting on the ground making a flower crown. It looked to be almost finished. He patted the ground beside him. " Sit. Im almost finished."

He smiled as I sat. I looked out at the field, taking in the beauty of it. I felt something being placed on my head.

" A flower crown for my beautiful husband." Husband. I looked at the man and noticed I couldn't see his face. It just was a blur.

"Daddy!" I heard from behind us. A little girl collapses in the man's lap. She had a similar flower crown in her hair.

"Darcy. Look, Daddy has a flower crown, too." The man said, smiling at me. The girl giggle. Her face was a blur as well.

"You look pretty, Daddy. " She said before she ran off to go play some more. The man leaned in.

《《 END DREAM 》》

It was a really good dream but of course the damn alarm had to wake me up. Six o'clock every god damn morning. Getting up, I grab my phone and walk towards the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped in. Ah perks of sleeping naked. Grabbing the bar of soap, I begin to lather it on my body. That's when I noticed a problem. Morning wood. Most people can just think of something gross to make it go away but no, not me. I actually have to choke the chicken for it to go away. Probably need to see a doctor about it.

Conjuring up a picture in my mind, I begin to think about that little blonde, whose book I'm editing, on his knees sucking my cock. To bad he's not gay, I think. I began to pump my hand up and down my length, running my thumb over the head. I go at he for about ten minutes before I finally cum.

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dry of with a towel and walk to my room. Going to my dresser, I pick out a white t-shirt and some black skinnies. Quickly changing, I grab my phone and go out to my truck. Time to go to the farmer's market.

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Getting to the market, I pull in behind my stall. It's still only seven o'clock so it's not yet open . I open up the tailgate and grab the boxes of fruit and vegetables I brought with me. I had cucumbers, tomatoes, grapes, strawberries, carrots, and greenbeens. God, I loved Fridays and Saturdays. When the market was open during the summer, I got to get a little more spending money. I mean I get enough working as a book editor but I get to use my love for gardening through this.

A few hours had passed and it was time for the market to close. I sold a few things and made around fifteen dollars. Not my usall, but Saturdays were always better. Plus there were no cute guys to look at. Oh well there's always tommorrow.

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