In My Dreams

"May I pwitty, pwitty please help answer that? "he asked while somehow managing to take a hold of my hand. i sat there not bothering to answer his question, I didn't care at the moment. I was to focused on my hand; I could feel him tracing something on the palm of my hand. his fingers were so soft it almost felt like he was trying to tickle me. I thought back to what he had asked me when he started to trace this...this weird pattern. "Ok I'll let you" I whispered nervously. he stopped tracing that pattern which he had at least traced 136 times. "Ok..?" he said, confused by my response. I took a deep breath, exhaled then whispered but loud enough so he could hear me "It's ok have my permission."