Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Eight

—8—

George woke himself, as he feels his sweating in the thick layer of blanket covering him. He quickly opened his eyes as he asks a question to his mind—when am I? But he's so nervous to know so, he's anxious about himself of that experience only last for a day.

But overthinking doesn't help him in this situation.

George finally opened his eyes. And he's thankful...

Cause he stayed in 1960.

He removed the quilt and sat on the bed. Caressing his messy bed hair and rubbing his eyes. Again, that floral painting welcomed him. But he was startled as he feels a tense movement of someone shrugging on his side.

It was Dream, who is deep asleep. He glanced at the boy sleeping even it felt weird for doing so. He noticed the creased papers full of scratches on the study table and some scattered on the floor. His bin is also filled with crumpled paper.

He stands up and went to the study table and grabbed the papers on the floor. He was about to pick the last paper not until its ink-stained his fingers. It was upside-down at first and very unreadable at that angle. It was still wet, but some portions are dry, and it was well written in cursive with a chicken-scratch lettering. He turned the paper upside down and tried to read the short text.

It was one special day.

After reading, George placed the paper on the table and head out of the room. He carefully closed the door so he'll not disturb the late sleeper prince in his home.

He went to the kitchen and placed fuel in a clay stove. He placed water in the lime kettle and placed it on the top. He grabbed the glass jar on top of the shelves. It was labeled "cookies". He opened the lid and picked a cookie, and sat at the dining table.

He has doubts if he'll pick another cookie. " Neh, Dream's still asleep," he can't stop himself and picked another.

As the lime kettle wheezes and boils, George immediately removed it from the stove. He poured hot steamy water into his cup and dipped a bag of tea in it.

Three successive knocks echoed on the door. George stared at it. Then it was followed by another two. He convinced himself that it was Sapnap who brings breakfast again.

He approached the door and opened it. But there, four men standing formally in the door. George imprints the blank impression on his face. He never thought that Dream would have a lot of visitors to come. And he was still sleeping—gosh dammit.

"May I help you?" George glanced at the four. Different suits, in black tops, or suits, and or coats. It wandered George if it feels hot for them.

Sapnap appeared behind them, but he won't have the usual breakfast he brought. "Oii, George, Is Dream there?"

"Oh," George widely opened the door. He notices Techno leaning on the wall and two unusual men. With one a blank deadly yet funny facade while one with a naught grimace.

Eeeshhh, George never thought Dream have a squad like this.

"He's still sleeping, where all of you go anyway?" George asked.

"We, you'll come" Sapnap corrected.

"Oh ok, I'll wake him up, come in have a seat" George walked back heading to Dream's room.

"...Is he Dream's new boyfriend"

Fuck, if George can unheard that. He hears that whisper who has been said audibly for purpose. Of course, they are not, am I right—Right!

...right?

Yes, they are not in a relationship, but George didn't know why was he so affected by what he heard. If it was just a misconception, then why bother to boggle those in mind. He was flooded with embarrassment and flowed by the waterfall of fluttering. A total ocean of chaos.

He closed the door. Leaned on there and sighed. He noticed Dream sitting at his bed with his messy bed hair. He shows that curious and weird face of his.

"What are you doing?"

George sighed. "I thought you're asleep, by the way, your homies are there?"

"Homies?"  Dream tilted his head with his brows raised.

"I mean your friends,"

Dream yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What did they want?"

"I don't know, why go to them and ask them?"

Dream dropped the exhausted face of him. Not until something comes up in his mind. He quickly removed the blanket and hop out of bed.

"What is it?" The curious George asked.

"I forgot it is today, come with us George," Dream approached his closet and pulled some suit out from it. "I'll just take a quick bath,"

Dream rushed outside his room and closed the door, leaving George behind. Even though he didn't know what or where will they go, he still needs to prepare.

He just hears the inaudible conversation of the men outside the room— in Italian of course. That's why he didn't understand anything. If he planned to stay here for a little longer then he must know some Italian phrases.

🎨🎨🎨

After Dream finished his shower, George followed him. The water is a little bit cold, but he didn't even mind. He just hastens his bath so he will not catch up cold.

As he goes out, Dream already dressed up and grabbed a cookie in his cookie jar. George didn't mind making a scene so he just quickly go to the room and changed.

He goes out the room with his neat clothes. Dream picked the best (or most) clothes for him to wear for the day. Simple, and it neatly lied in the bed. Whatever where they will go, George will be ready.

Ready for the Day 2 in Venice, Italy.