I was driving down the highway, singing Christmas carols, and smiling. I looked out the window and saw a sign that said "Kenosha - 15 miles" so I sped up and drove around Kenosha until I eventually found Aarons house. I was dressed in a black trench coat, a dark green scarf, and a cute black Scottish hat. I went to the trunk of my car and got a bunch of presents, and then went to knock on the door.
His Mom answered it and I asked if he was home. She yelled to him that a friend was over, to which he responded "Tell them to go away." She told me where his room was after yelling at him not to be rude and him responding that he doesn't want to talk to anyone. So I walked to his room and slowly opened his door. He was reading on his back, lying on his bed. I just stood there with his presents in hand, and watched him for a little bit, smiling. He peeked over his book and looked out the window at the incoming snow and then saw me. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, I smiled and walked over to him.
He reached up and touched my cheek, then hugged me. And then I said "Merry Christmas." And woke up.