dream

dream: chapter 2

Dream
genre: a slice of life, romantic comedy

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nailea

I patted all over my body, checking if I was still in the dream. I was in bed, having my covers removed from my body as if I were kicking them away. It felt so real that I got the goosies. All I know is that I need to find that man again and pray he wasn't a figment of my imagination that I only saw once in a blue moon.

I scrambled around in my bed, trying to locate the phone in my bundle of sheets. It was still dark outside, and thankfully, my phone lit up through the sheet. I grabbed it and immediately went to Google to search for my issues.

Typing "what type of dreams people have," I got various results. Why can I lucid dream, I got kidnapped and had to escape, my girlfriend cheated on me with a best friend, and many more. Diving more, I asked, "is it possible for a dream to come true?," and Google said yes. I bit my lip, hoping my next question would be true.

"Can I find the random person in my dream in real life?" The results were loading, and the inevitable happened. My phone froze. It literally froze when I was seconds away from a response.

"You've got to be kidding me." I scoffed, tossing it to the side.

Laying back down, I turned to look at the clock on my dresser. The big white numbers said, "6:57 A.M."

man, don't you love it when you wake up a few hours before your alarm goes off?

I laid my head back down, feeling happy I could get more rest before waking up later. The great thing about college is that you can pick your class times based on your schedule. I thought staying on campus was a good choice even though it obviously costs a lot of money, which my parents pay for. The two hours went by quickly, and the damned iPhone ringtone soon awoke me.

Stretching my arms over my head, I swing my legs across my bed to prepare for the day. I opened my bathroom door and immediately began to get ready; my routine was shortened because I was always running late and could never do my whole Vogue Beauty Secrets interview.

I washed my face, got soap in my eyes, suffered, did my other skincare steps, brushed my teeth, and had to figure out what to do with my hair. I swear, even though I'm black, I have no clue how to do my hair efficiently. My mom says, "Oh, Celeste, you're twenty. You need to learn how to do your hair." Well, mom, teach me to do it instead of running your mouth.

i would have seen my ancestors early if I had said this to my mom.

I wet my hair, grabbed some products to apply, detangled it, and held onto it, looking confused in the mirror. I could put my hair in a bun; I tried to do it, but my scalp began hurting. I tried to do a low bun; my edges weren't cooperating, so I left my hair out in its natural, curly state.

I then put on my usual makeup for school and did my lip routine before I left my room. I've gotten better at doing makeup over time by practicing and looking for inspiration. I watch many reels on Instagram and look at different things on Pinterest all the time, but forget to actually practice new looks.

"Ugh, Nai, you've done it yet again." I sized myself up in the mirror before dropping it low, almost falling over while standing up. My knees aren't stable enough for this.

I shut the light off and went to my closet to try and figure out what to wear. The thing is, ya'll, I know what I want to look like, but I do not have the money to look good 24/7. Today, I had my chill classes, so I wore something that didn't require much effort: a lacy, white top paired with a light beige zip-up hoodie, some jeans, and black converses.