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Sketch

I can feel the air softly brushing on my skin. I missed this feeling, I don't know exactly what I missed.

I just know it.

I opened my eyes just to see myself sitting on a chair in front of a beautiful sunset. It was fascinating.

"How was your nap?"

Whose voice was it?

I turned to my left and saw him smiling at me.

He was holding a pencil and a sketchbook, looks like he was sketching me.

Suddenly my eye got teary, I don't even know him.

Do I?

I tried to ask his name but I can't speak nor move my body, it's a really strange feeling. It feels like I was just inside someone, like I was watching everything from the inside.

The girl chuckled before answering his question "are you sketching me again?"

I can't see the man's face, I can only hear his laugh.

"I hope you can see yourself the way I see you" he said while brushing her hair using his fingers.

He then showed me his sketchbook, and it was me sleeping.

He drew my face? How?

It makes no sense but for some reason, I'm sure this isn't my physical body.

"Thank you" she whispered.

Is this a dream?

She rested her head on his shoulder. "The sunset is beautiful isn't it?" she said.

"Indeed" he replied.

This place feels like home to me. No, he feels like home.

I can't hear their conversation anymore, it's all fading.

Tick tock

The clock is ticking

No, I don't want to leave. Let me stay, please.

"If reincarnation is real, I would do my best to find you in every lifetime" he said.

"I'm flattered" the girl chuckled.

They were laughing together before it all fades to black.

I opened my eyes after I felt someone tapping my shoulder.

"Camellia" I heard someone calling my name.

It was Daniel, my classmate. "I really don't want to wake you up from your sleep but my mom is calling me now, so you should go home" he said.

I roamed my eyes around and it was only the two of us in the classroom left.

My head hurts, it felt like a fever dream.

"How was your nap? Had a good dream?" he asked while fixing his bag, getting ready to leave.

My mind went blank.

"I can't remember" I replied.

I really can't remember a thing.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

"Five" he casually said.

"Our class ended at four, why are you still here?" I asked him in disbelief.

"Oh, still taking notes from earlier" he said while covering his notebook.

But before he could even cover it, I saw sketches inside.

"You're into art?" I asked, amused.

He kept hiding it.

"I only do portraits" he mumbled.

Tick tock

Here I am once again, it all came back to me.

Now I remember.

"It's late, should we leave together?" he asked.

"Sure"
I smiled

He found me