Telescope ~ Dreamnotfound

III

Every night, I'd wake up in a dream with, you guessed it, Dream. Each dream we got to learn more about each other, and make new memories together. I never realized how good and nice it would be to have someone around who would listen to me. Sure, I knew that talking always helped, but it felt surreal to actually be doing so.

We'd go for calm walks, sit in fields, and swing on swings that hadn't been there previously. It was a pleasant feeling having the wind rush though my hair while on the swing set, exhilarating even. We would scream random song lyrics at the top of our lungs while being pushed high by the wind. Dream had a really good taste in music. Sometimes he'd even push me.

Once, we sat in a field under the bright sun of my dream, our dream, and he'd been knotting tiny flowers together. They were pretty and blue. They had yellow centre, at least that's what I thought. He twined the flower stems into a circlet and got up. He walked towards me, placing the flower crown atop my head. I smiled up at him in pure joy.

"What colour are they?" I had asked, wanting to know if I had guessed right.

"Blue and yellow," he smiled down at me, "colours that I know you can see."

I had guessed right. It meant the world to me that he'd chose flowers in the only colours I could properly see. It was thoughtful of him.

Whenever we went on sporadic walks, we'd talk about everything and nothing at once. Dream would always remember the little, insignificant things I said that I liked, and did little things to show that he remembered and cared.

I was never very good at conveying my thoughts through words, so I decided that it would be better to show him that I was thankful through actions instead. So, on one of our walks, I trapped his hand in mine, and we both never let go. He tightened his grip on my hand, causing a small blush to form on my face. We held hands a lot after that, and showed more physical affection.

Everything was perfect.