dream a little dream of me
stars shining bright above you
night breezes seem to whisper, "i love you"
birds singing in the sycamore tree
dream a little dream of me.
to those that truly knew aaron asher, they knew that for years his most prized possession wasn't his guitar. it wasn't even a plural amount of guitars, or the rest of his ever growing collection of instruments. it was, however, kept in the small storage room with the rest of his musical fantasies. it came in the form of a of what appeared to be a small, square box made of wood, but you'd swear that magic happened when the top of it was opened. at least, by the way that lanky young man poured over it. he called it his music box because that's what it technically was. but in real technicalities, it was a record player that he salvaged from a local thrift store when he was still in high school, still in remarkable condition. it would be no surprise if it served more of a purpose to him than to its original owner.
say nighty night and kiss me
just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
while i'm alone and blue as can be
dream a little dream of me
it also wasn't much of a surprise that he had an impressive record collection for a man in his twenties. after all, he had served his time working in a record store. evenings in the household were more often than not laced with songs from his beloved music box. and tonight, tonight was no exception. in fact, it was expected. you see, he was packing a suitcase because california was beckoning his name. there was a record to be made, and some family to visit in those days. their room was currently turned upside down as he pulled clothes from piled and tried to sloppily fold them to fit in his suitcase, but he see to be more occupied with singing along to his record of the day: the mamas & the papas.
stars fading but i linger on dear
still craving your kiss
i'm longing to linger til dawn dear
just saying this
what was different was the guilt that made his stomach heavy. similarly, there was a certain sort of envy that he knew was boiling inside of emily. both because he was going out to california, both because of his reasoning to fly across the country in the first place. what wasn't different was his own means of cheering her up.
sweet dreams til sunbeams find you
sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
but in your dreams, whatever they be
dream a little dream of me
his voice was low in comparison to that of mama cass, but it created the sweetest of harmonies to bounce off of the walls, through the hallway and into emily's studio just a few doors down where she stood frustrated before a blank canvas. just where he left her, just as he saw her as he peered through the crack in the door. quietly, slowly he opened the door, and walked up behind her, snaking an arm around her waist. he could taste the bittersweet smile upon her lips before he could spin her around.
stars fading but i linger on dear
still craving your kiss
i'm longing to linger til dawn dear
just saying this
he steered her close by the hips as their eyes met and naturally they brought their hands together. she stood on his feet, but that still left room for him to rest his chin on the top of her head as it rest against his chest. so slowly he carried them in a circle, softly singing along and smiling as he heard her voice chime in. yes aaron loved his beloved music box, but not nearly as much as he loved his one and only.
sweet dreams til sunbeams find you
sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
but in your dreams, whatever they be
dream a little dream of me