November Dreams (M.C.)

Chapter Six

The days seemed to blur together, one day melting into the next. I was caught in one everlasting cycle of day and night. There was never anything significant that happened to mark my days, and no dreams to remember to mark my nights. If it weren't for the sun and the stars, I would have thought I was living a single day for eternity.

Everything was bland without him and even though I could remember exactly who he was, I knew that he had made me feel things that made me feel alive. I didn't feel alive anymore. I thought that maybe trying to remember him would help me feel like I was living, if even just a little; it didn't. If anything, I just felt worn down.

But I had to keep trying. I needed something tangible; something to help me get through my days.

I was about to get it.

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My eyes tightened in my sleep as I tossed and tuned, gripping tightly onto my thin blankets. Sweat began to pour out of me as I began to overheat. I flipped to face the ceiling, my eyes still shut tight.

My chest heaved violently as I struggled to bring air into my lungs. What was this?

I was asleep, but I felt as if I was falling in and out of consciousness. This had never happened to me before.

Spots began to appear behind my eyelids, dancing in and out of sight, until finally, they showed me that thing I had been looking for all this time. They granted me something to help me live.

I shot up out of bed so fast it gave me whiplash. I looked around, more alert than ever.

I glanced down at my hands slowly, watching them shake in the dark. As I watched them twitch in the lightless void of my room, I gasped.

I remembered what I had dreamt about.

I brought my hands to my head as I let out a grateful yelp. My eyes spilled over with tears that were long overdue. I remembered. I sobbed; this time though, instead of feeling the usual pang of misery that I had become so accustomed to, I felt something different.

Hope.

Even if it was just a shred, it was there. It was what willed me to live. As the tears began to dry, I brought my hands to my eyes, closing them with my touch. As I closed them, I let out a small giggle as my vision swirled with all he images of my dream. It was small, but it was all I needed.

All I could see was colors; so many colors.

As my eyes swirled in visions of greens and reds and purples, they reminded me that this wasn't over.

The colors reminded me of him.

The colors.

He was the colors.