Inception {Dreamnotfound}

37 | Lavender And Lilies | 37

-George's POV-

"This must be George, then..." a voice hums distantly, and I'm barely awake enough to hear it. Not enough to acknowledge it anyway, stuck between wondering where I've woken up, or if I'm even actually awake at all.

It definitely feels like I'm dreaming, aside from the constant pounding in my head. I'd like to have believed it'd be more peaceful than this, but I think part of me knows that just like the real world, I can't trust this place.

I thought it'd be darker, but I pleasantly realise I'm wrong by the fake feeling of sunlight bright against my eyelids. I'm not sure I could open them if I tried, and in all honestly, I'm not sure I want to. It's quieter here than it was when whatever happened before this was, my memories of it hazy aside from that piercing scream.

I'm not sure I could forget it if I tried to.

"Where did he say they put the flowers?" that voice from earlier asks, reminding me of their presence suddenly. I'm made all the more aware of it when it's suddenly so much louder, like they're just above me.

It's filled with curses and a bitter, "why does my head hurt so much still?!" the person in question groaning at what I presume must be that problem. I could've sworn someone else answers in agreement with them, but both voices seem to blur into what sounds so much to me like one that I can't tell for certain.

"Who are you..?" I groan hoarsely, surprising myself when I manage to actually speak, albeit awfully. The person beside me seems more confused, though, gasping loudly before backing away.

"Holy shit you're alive!" they croak, and the strain it puts on their voice causes them to cough after. I'm not too sure what 'alive' means at this point and I'm barely conscious enough to process the question, so I don't bother asking.

"Wasn't really expecting an answer, actually..." the person comments, smirking a little. "Guessing your head feels all fucked-up too, so I'll give you a minute. I still can't see straight, and I've been awake far longer than you." I manage to nod my head, if only to indicate I'm still here, opening my eyes shortly after and immediately understanding what they mean.

It's dizzying, the way the world seems to spin, leaving the scene around me nothing more than a mess of blurry colours. The only thing distinctive about the distorted image is the outline of two people stood above me, legs shaking as if they're about to buckle beneath them.

From behind them, sunlight shines through a shallow slit in something, casting bright yellow over us both. I try to lift my hand to block the glare out, irritated by how badly my fingers tremble when I do so.

So reluctantly, I give myself a few more minutes, willing the world to focus a little more. It does, eventually, but when everything is in focus, my concern isn't the sunlight, or even the person beside me.

There's no band on my left wrist.

"What just happened?" I ask to the person I still don't recognise, blinking rapidly at my wrist like my band will appear again any second. "Where's my band gone?"

The person doesn't answer me, deciding instead to sit opposite me wordlessly. Shakily, I also drag myself up into a sitting position, hitting my hand on something as I grab at the ground beneath me. When I look down I see my glasses, a thin crack through the left lens.

Carefully, I pick them up, noticing that the person sat opposite's eyes are fixed on the glasses as I place them back on my head. "You're definitely George then..." they mutter, so quiet it's barely audible, but their eyes light up a little in recognition at my name. They smile proudly, as if impressed with themselves, going as far as to give themselves a strangely serious pat on the back.