The Endless Reverie (UNFINISHED, SUMMARY WRITTEN.)

♧ That Night... ♧

Song Inspo ~ Seventeen by Ladytron, Fireflies by Owl city.
~ George’s Pov ~

I had just closed the door on Tommy when a wave of tiredness washed over me. I yawned and walked back down the hallway, past Wilbur and Charlie’s room. I stopped because I heard talking and listened in.

“-ey man, you were zoning out on us in George’s room. You okay?”

“I- not very much. Dream is back and it's making me more and more tired every minute.”

“When did he come back?”

“Earlier today, He came back to class when I asked to go to the bathroom.”

“I knew something was off, you usually wait till lunch or when it's an emergency.”

“I’m sorry man but my eyes are really heavy and I'm really tired. Can we talk tomorrow..?” Wilbur slurred out, his words being slow and sloppy as his energy slowly drained.

I'm guessing Charlie nodded as there was a creak in the bed and no reply.

I continued to walk down the hallway, thoughts flying through my brain.

‘Is Dream really back?’
‘Why did he come back?’
‘Is he going to be useful- wait is he how Wilbur knew to come save us?’

I stopped in my tracks at that.

‘Did.. Did Dream save our lives? My life..?’

Could I be dead right now..?

I shivered at the thought and kept walking, thoughts went back to pinging around as always. I got to my bedroom and swung open the door, running and flopping onto my bed.

I look up at my window and see the beautiful cotton candy like sunset, I sigh and sit up. I walk over to the radio I have and turn it on, changing channels to my favourite one that plays my favourite songs. I guess Tommy changed the channels when messing with my radio, good thing I have memorized the channel number.

“Duuuust in the wind… All we are is dust in the wiiiiind~” 

Echoed from the speaker. I sighed and turned back and flopped once again onto my bed. I took my socks off and flung them into the laundry pile in the corner.

I stared at my ceiling, realizing I left the light on. I groaned and sat up, quickly skipping over to turn the thing off then booking it back to my bed.

I layed down in bed for the last time tonight, knowing everything was done.

1,

2,

3. That's how many hours it has been and I still can't sleep. I sit up and grab a chair from my desk, dragging it to the window beside my bed.

The street light outside my window is as yellow as ever, and the sidewalk looks as normal as a sidewalk can. I unlock the window and push it up, letting a fresh breeze rest onto my face.

I hear a light knock on my door, and I turn as stiff as a board. I slowly turn to face it and see surprisingly, Charlie.