I Saw You in a Dream (DreamNotFound)

Chapter 4: Jet Lag Leads to Late Night Drives

George sat up in his bed, the sheets bunched up in his lap as he stared blankly at where his feet lay under the covers, trying to still his uneven breathing.

The dream had changed again.

Not only had the landscape once again stayed the same, but Dream's house had appeared there. And no Dream had been in sight.

Instead, he was left to roam about the house himself, only finding small bits and details he could remember from the tour he had been given earlier. The rest appearing to him as a fuzzy mess of sheer light.

Despite the missing pieces, it had felt so homey, the wonderful scent of Dream being the thing that stood out to him the most.

George took a couple of deep breaths, attempting at wrapping his head around the situation, trying to make sense of it all. Dream had said in the last dream that it would all make sense soon.

How long would it be before soon became now?

Once George could feel his breathing return to normal, he let out a little sigh. His fingers rose to gently thread through his brown locks and traveled down to rest at the nape of his neck. He let out a strained hum, realizing quickly just how dry his throat had become.

He swallowed hard in an attempt to try and coax his throat a bit. When he found his throat still uncomfortably dry, George finally pushed the sheets off his hap and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, socks meeting the soft carpet of his new room. He glanced over at his phone and reached to push the power button gently. 3:52 AM.

George let out a stiff yawn as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back slightly, the dryness of his throat making his yawn unbearably uncomfortable.

George stepped out of his room, doing his best to stay as quiet as possible in hopes of not waking the other two as he made his way down the hall. Dream's house wasn't the biggest he's ever been in, but it definitely wasn't small either. Filled with several rooms Dream could just use as he pleased while still having the extras for himself and Sapnap to stay in for the duration of their stay, a balcony on the top floor, a spacious backyard that was filled with beautiful flowers and greenery. Overall, it was a gorgeous place. The fact that it was Dream's first house too definitely came as a surprise.

The floor creaked gently beneath him as George made his way down the stairs, sticking close to the wall, his hand perched on the slightly textured surface to steady himself as he moved slowly. Once he made his way to the bottom, he glided over to the kitchen. After searching a few of the cupboards, not remembering where Dream had said the cups were, he found one. Grabbing it, he shut the cupboard carefully and placed his cup underneath the kitchen faucet, turning it on to let water begin filling it.

George shut the faucet off once the cup was filled halfway, and brought the glass to his lips to take a small sip. The water going down his throat felt soothing compared to the dryness that was once there, and George was soon chugging the rest.

Placing the cup down on the counter next to the sink, George took in a deep breath, sighing in contempt as his throat was finally back to not feeling like he hadn't drank anything in the past five years. He took a look over at the small digital clock that was built into the microwave, the yellow-ish (at least to him) colored digits reading 4:04. With the same stealth he had used to make his way downstairs, George trudged his way back to his room.

Comfort greeted him as he fell face first into the cool pillows. The soft breeze the ceiling fan provided above him calming as he tucked himself back into the warmth of his comforter. George fluttered his eyes shut, allowing his body to fall deeper into the mattress and pillows.