Steeling My Heart - DreamNotFound

Chapter 3

"Dream?" I ask in a small voice. "When did you get in bed?" He's holding me to his chest, enveloping me in his earthy scent. I feel his hot breath huff slowly on my neck.
He sits up a little bit, pulling against my chest to look up into his eyes. "What do you mean Georgie? I've been here since you came to bed." Dream confirmed with a confused look on his face. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"No. You took your pajamas and left to sleep on the couch, so I could have your bed." I explained.

"My bed? This is our bed. Why would I sleep on the couch, when we sleep together every night?" Dream looked hurt, confused, but mostly hurt.

I hear a click and then some shuffling, and the Dream that's holding me begins to fade. It wasn't real, but why would my mind conjure up something like that? Is that what I really want or was it just an irrelevant dream that just happened to be?

The source of the noise that woke me pulls me from my thoughts. "George." It's Dream. The real Dream. If I wasn't listening for the origin of the sound, I would have blamed it on the wind.

"Yes?"

"The couch isn't very comfy. Can I please sleep in here? I haven't gone to sleep yet."

"Dream this is your apartment and your bed, of course you can. What time is it?"

"I know, but I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and it's nearly four."

"You really haven't gone to sleep yet? Come here, idiot." I whisper-yelled, jokingly. I don't know why he didn't come in here sooner. It just shows how much Dream cares for the people who are close to him.

He smiles at me and then climbs on the right side of the bed by the night stand, rolling over so his back was towards me. "Goodnight. Sorry I woke you."

"It's okay. You're the one who hasn't slept yet. Thank you for letting me stay."

"No problem Georgie. I wouldn't want you to fall asleep at the wheel." He rolls over and I can feel his eyes on my back, silently beckoning me to roll over and face him. So I did.

The only light in the room is from the city lights that even the navy blue curtains couldn't shield us from. Only roughly a foot of space is between us. We are close enough that even though the room is very dimly lit, I can still make out his features. When the light hits his olive green eyes, it looks as though shards of emeralds have sliced through a weeping willow.

"Dream."

"George."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

~

The weather was making for a very unproductive day. The light tapping of the rain hitting the tin roof sheltering us from the unforgiving clouds, filled the work space with constant static. It was like the fan in my room was on that I fall asleep to everynight, making it difficult to feel like progressing.

"See, look. This is what I was talking about." Dream explained, pointing to a line of code on my monitor. "You know how to code the rest using this command right?" He had his chair pulled up to the desk next to mine, leaning forward.

"Yeah, I think. I want to get this done as quickly as possible, so we can download the program to the bot and have plenty of time to test it out."

"You know what you're doing now. I think you'll get it done pretty quickly."  I smiled at him, silently thanking him for the help as he walked out the door to go do some finishing touch ups on the bot.

I wish I had as much faith in myself as he did. Normally I would be able to finish this in one long day, but last night's dream has been replaying in my head. I can still feel his warm chest against my back and his arm pulling me to face him. I can still feel the emotions that were consuming me in my dream state as he told me what we were.

Occasionally, Dream would make a sound in the other room, pulling me from my thoughts. I would focus and write some more code until I zoned back out, giving into the fantasies so desperately trying to distract me from my work. I wonder how we had gotten together in the alternate universe my dream created. Maybe I was happier, felt less lonely, though I've never really felt lonely until I had that dream. Is that what I was missing out on?

I had been programming for hours. Well, half working, half daydreaming. I hear Dreams footsteps approach. Footsteps I had memorized from years of hearing them walking up to my dorm, walking through this building, walking across my apartment, or anywhere else we go together.

I spun around in my chair and saw Dream standing behind me. He had a confused and almost worried look on his face. I followed his eyes to my monitor and it was obvious I hadn't gotten done as much as he thought I would have by now. I knew he wouldn't try to rush me, but he knows I am an efficient worker, especially when it comes to this.

"Hey George, is something wrong? You've been acting kind of off today." He asked in a tender voice. I didn't want Dream to think he was pushing me too hard. I accepted the challenge of creating this new program. I know I am expected to follow through, not only by Dream and Sapnap, but also by myself. I don't want to let them down just because I can't keep my head straight.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, just keep drifting off into space." I give him a slightly forced reassuring smile, but I'm sure he can see right through my facade. He pulls his chair from earlier back up to my desk and spins both our chairs to face each other.

"What's on your mind, Georgie? Maybe I can help." No you can't. I wish you could, but you can't.

"Dream, I really am fine, I promise. I think I'm just starting to get bored with this and that's why I'm getting distracted." I give the most convincing smile I can muster. It isn't too hard because I'm not all that bothered by it. Sure I can't get it out of my head, but it's not like that random dream is sending me into a depression. I'm merely just trying to pick it apart and figure it out. I probably only still remember it because Dream woke me up in the middle of it.