Dear, George.

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March 24, 2021

"George, hey wake up."

A voice echoes from within George's mind repeatedly, it sounded so calm, as if someone was pulling him from the tides that he had been drowning for so long.

He slowly opened his eyes and was met with a bright rays of sunlight, hitting his deep brown eyes. George raised his hands against the sunlight, slightly covering most of his face with shadows forming against his face. Enough to reveal his whereabouts.

George woke up at the beach, debris of sand filled his clothes. It was paradise, for him it was. The sea looked so alive, like it was breathing, he was so caught up in the overall scenery, forgetting the fact that he is colorblind.

"George."

A voice called out his name again, he forgot that someone had needed his attention. He tilts his head slowly and saw Dream.

"How are you?" says Dream as he crouched beside George.

"Me? Oh I'm fine," thoughts about the cliff abruptly came in mind. "Wait actually, I feel amazing." he had been feeling better ever since he met Clay.

Dream stares at George's face for a while and nodded in response whilst smiling through the broken mask he wore. He clasped his hand and stood straight up.

"Glad you enjoyed it George."

Dream reached out his hand to help George, the other stared at it and he began to resemble Clay, he accepted it and wipes the sand out of his clothes.

"I don't know if I can tell you this, but-."

Dream locked eyes with George and raised his brow.

George touched himself and all of the surroundings to make sure wether he is on a dream or not. Dream continues to look at George curiously.

"Good! This is a dream." George happily exclaims.

"What are you on to exactly?" says Dream who is so bewildered.

"Are you Clay by any chance Dream?"

Dream didn't expect that silly question to pop up out of nowhere and he laughed it off.

"Clay what? Who the heck is that?" as he put his hands on his stomach barely resisting the urge to laugh.

George looks at Dream seriously and the other noticed the look on George's face.

"No I don't George, why?"

Silence filled the atmosphere as both males stared at each other, George with his curiosity and Dream with his goofiness.

After a couple of seconds, George sighed in defeat.

"Fine, I just thought that maybe both of you are connected in someways." as he looked down and played with his fingers.

Dream chuckled softly and lifts his mask placing it on top of his hair.

"George." says Dream with a monotone voice.

The other slowly lifts his head and his eyes widening out of pure shock, placing his hands in front of his mouth to cover half of his face.

"Do I look like him?" as he stares at George's pupils.

He does look like Clay, like HE is pretty much Clay on the outside. His eyes, his nose, his lips, everything is oddly similar.

George was about to respond but he couldn't, his lips weren't opening, he felt weird. Why are there two Clay's? Like it doesn't even make sense but on the other hand, he felt happy since the man he loved in the over world also appears in his dream.