In My Dreams

Four

I'm dedicating this chapter to BesoCucumber because she's been so enthusiastic about my story and she's always had something sweet to say! But thank you to everyone who has voted and commented, it means a lot to me! :D

                                                                                 
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A few weeks had passed, nothing new had happened, including never seeing Tyler again, unfortunately. I went to the park multiple times at night, to see if he was there, but I never saw him. I guess I did scare the guy off.  I should have never have told him about my stupid dreams.

School started today and I wasn’t in the best of moods, the reason being that it was school in general, which meant thinking and doing work. Thankfully, I had a free period after my first class and I made my way to the library where I would, and I admit it willingly, get some sleep.

I made a stop at my locker, grabbing a small pillow and my Ipod. What? Don’t tell me it’s not a smart idea to keep a pillow in your locker when you’re a sleep deprived teenager.

Walking through the empty hallways, I whistled a tune to myself. I quietly walked through the aisles of the library until I made it to the stairs to the second floor, which was completely empty.

I found my special spot that I went to take naps and made myself comfortable. (Yes, taking naps in the library is something I do often). I popped in my ear buds and faded into dream land, ready to meet mystery boy.

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Pacing along the aisles in this black and white dream, I hummed to myself, searching for a decent spot to sit and read my book. I found it and settled in, opening my book where I had left off.

Without meaning to, I drifted off into a light sleep, the sun shining on my face from the nearest window.  I pried my eyes open when I heard a small noise. I spotted someone looking out the window, a few aisles down; no doubt this someone was Mystery Boy. He turned and looked at me, a sincere smile playing on his lips. The sun shone on all the right places on his face. Even though this dream was colorless, I could still be enveloped by his eyes, illuminated by the sun.

He started to walk towards me. I panicked and froze in my sitting position as he bent down, eye level to me. He handed me a book titled, “Secrets”.

“Wh-what’s this?” I asked stupidly. He was actually interacting with me!

“It’s a book,” he said in a no-duh tone, an amused look on his face.

I didn’t respond, I was in utter shock. Did he- did he just speak to me? That was unheard of! I opened the book and found all the pages blank, except for the last one, which was written on.

It read:

“It’s not about me.”

 

“What do you mean, ‘It’s not about-,’” I asked looking up.

Of  course. He vanished and left me with millions of unanswered questions.

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