Dreams of us: #7

I am standing behind a tree, breathing hard, shirt soak through and sticking to my body. I hear and twig crack and I cover my mouth with my hand, to stifle a giggle. I lean quietly to peak and I see you facing the other way, I point my water gun at you and bam, soaked back you turn and return fire. I am giggling and shooting you back, our clothes soaked through, thank god it was a scorcher outside. I feel the Sun blazing on my skin making the once cold shirt warm. I run to you and tackle you to the ground, a rare moment when you are caught off guard and actually fall. Maybe you just do it to amuse me. We are laughing so hard we are in tears and we roll onto the grass, not caring if it stains our shirts. I propped up and give you a quick kiss. I ask who won, but neither of us kept score so we shrugged and let the sun dry us before going in the house for lunch.