Dear, George.

5

March 23, 2021

It was perfect, everything was flawlessly vibrant, the skies, the flowers, the weather. Absolute beauty in every direction you shift your head to.

As George was walking through the field which is filled with flowers that bursts color, even he could simply tell that it was gorgeous. He stumbled upon a flower that was left out by the others, it was alone, but it was the loveliest among all of them.

The male crouched at the flower and examines it thoroughly.

"Its a dandelion!"

It was George's favorite flower, it was simply pretty to look at. As he stares at it, a gentle breeze came and made the flower's white umbrella like tuft float, gliding along the wind.

George looked up trying to trace the debris of the flower and was blinded by sunlight. A figure appears before him and it made George squint his eyes for better field of vision.

The person gave a hand to George and unconsciously, he took the hand and was helped by the person to stand up.

"Thanks a bunch!" says George who is looking at his clothes as he gently brushed his clothes with his hands.

He then held his head high and gazed at the person's face.

"Dream, its you." George was found with his gaze softening by the sight.

It was 'Dream' the masked person that was in his dream last time, but something is different right now. The mask was slowly shattering, revealing the person's deep green eyes.

"Its me George, Dream." says the person as they ran their fingers through their mask, slowly reaching to the head, gently taking off the hood from the persons top, exposing a dirty blonde hair.

George was in awe, the color of the person's hair was enhanced by the sunlight, gently hitting the dirty blonde hair, like it was shining from George's perspective.

The voice again was familiar, he felt like he could fall asleep just by listening to Dream talking.

"How are you George?" says Dream as he softly looks at the other in the eyes.

George again was caught staring into Dream's deep green eyes, he was colorblind, but he knew that it was such a pretty color.

"I- I'm fine actually. O- Oh your lamp, the one that you forgot to bring with you last time." George kept on stuttering as he was so nervous, he hasn't talked to anyone but Clay.

These past few days had been George's improvement, he was slowly starting to move out of his shell and meet someone new, and Clay was the reason for it. He was so excited to make new friends, but to his surprise, it was even more better since it was Clay. His first friend was Clay.

"Don't be so nervous around me, I don't bite." says Dream as he softly chuckled through the mask. "On the other hand, it is I who should be wary of you." he admitted.

"You called my name out of nowhere, on that cliff." Dream made George remember what he had done on that time when he was unconscious.

"Rest assured Dream, I'm someone who you could trust." George gave a warm smile to Dream.

Dream stares at George for a second. "You look extremely good with a smile on your face George."

George was surprised to receive a sudden compliment from someone who he had just met. He flustered and tries to hide it, but eventually shrugged it off.

"Thank you Dream."

Dream then examines George from head to toe with only a gaze. "You're always welcome George."