a collection || dreamnotfound

raindrops, his sweater and these midnight calls.

...

a gentle breeze whisks through the dim room, startling the dust particles which float through the air. the cool wind is enough to disturb a sleeping cat, who wakes up promptly and stretches. a faint glow emits from a computer screen which sits idly in the corner, accompanied by dream who hums down the phone as he swivels slowly in his chair. he had become accustomed to this; phone calls with his best friend at around midnight, every night.

the two had started this routine a few weeks earlier, deciding between themselves to call one another each night, just to provide the other with some company. the two began to really like it, and it became routine; talking until dark skies seeped into brighter ones. typically consisting of playing random games they found online, listening to music together and conversing casually until they eventually dozed off to sleep. this night is no different.

"i can't believe it's still raining." dream states, scoffing as he listens to the heavy drops of water from the other end of the line. he could hear puddles forming on the ground with the heavy rain, and he almost feels sorry for the boy. his friend had been complaining for a while now about the weather, and how lucky dream is to live in florida, where it's bright and sunny. he had spent a portion of his phone calls teasing the poor boy about it, which only caused endless playful bickering between the two.

"it's ridiculous, it's been almost a whole week." george groans, frustration evident in his tone. the sound of the poor uk weather soon grows quiet after a faint click. dream guesses he must've closed his window after holding his phone out for him to hear the rain.

he can't help but quietly chuckle at the brit's irritation, causing the boy to mutter a short, "shut up."

dream shrugs defensively, standing up from his chair after putting his phone on speaker. "i thought you were exaggerating."

he wanders over to the other side of his room, george's voice droning on about how unfair the weather is while he pulls his own window closed. delicate ripples of cool air greets him as the window seals shut but they quickly disperse as he walks back to his desk. as expected, the boy is still aimlessly complaining about the uk.

dream perks up at this, a smirk on his face the other couldn't see.

"if it's that bad, you should just come to florida." he suggests, laughing lightly. "you could live with me... and i'd read you bedtime stories every night."

of course, he was only joking, but a small part of dream warms at the thought. he'd be lying if he said he'd never imagined it before; george visiting him. he'd be able to finally see him in real life. though, the idea also makes him a little nervous. he wonders what the other would be like if they were to ever meet, but figures it's unlikely to happen anyway. he's been doing a lot of this lately- thinking about the brit and imagining different scenarios including him, though he pushes these thoughts to the back of his mind and forces himself to focus.

"oh my god, dream." george says, defeatedly, though he's used to hearing the other's playful flirting. he dismisses dream, and continues talking about the rain for a while more. dream mindlessly grabs his phone and continues walking, acknowledging george's rant and the conversation steers toward a new topic.

"so, what time were you planning on streaming tomorrow?" dream asks, noticing the time as he settles himself down on his bed. he quickly nestles himself between the covers, already being in some comfy clothes to sleep in.

a rustling sound is heard from the other end as he waits for a response. after a few seconds, he hears more movement before george finally replies. "whenever i wake up, i guess."

dream mumbles a few words of approval, before yawning loudly, and he giggles upon hearing his friend mimic him. he rests his phone on the duvet beside him, listening to george's voice as it grows tired. it's not long before dream finds himself surrounded in a dark abyss, and a gentle sleep devours him.