Dreams Apart

Metal flower

*Swoop*



The silence was broken each time by the wind that howled roughly. The grass shimmered in green while the flowers lit in gold from the rays that came from the unkown, and the surrounding itself was purple.

The scenery was anything but a dream. I could almost taste the wind. I was there, and I wasn't asleep.

"It feels real. Am I asleep?" I stood still, afraid of what I might come across. I had taken something that I had encountered here, a coat and necklace. I had it in my dream, somewhere familiar from here and from him.

"You're here." Quick and small brown patches spread from my shoulders right to my knees, which suddenly felt weak.

I had looked over my shoulder, and he was standing behind me. He had given me a scare the last time.

Marcus

It was quite amazing how her eyes lit in confusion and cautiousness each time she laid her eyes on me, as though she hadn't seen me for the past 15 years. It was quite fascinating how this loop went on without a difference, which I plan to change.

- Angela

"Yo- you..." I wish to question everything, but my words stumble on each other and I fail to make out a single sentence.

"I told you to wear a jacket the last time..." He sighs lightly as he watches my skin, which's covered in goosebumps from the fear and wonder that consumes me.

Why was this place like this? Why am I here again? Why do I remember it so clearly as though it were an existing memory?

"What is going on?" I ask.

"Where am I?"

Flashback

"I've been taking the dreams down so I don't have to forget them." A girl, who happened to be me, said as I held onto a diary, My diary.

"Well, even if you do, I'll be here to remind you." A boy said softly while chattering, and giggles replaced the memory of me and the boy.

The boy was Marcus.

End of Flashback

"You know me, don't you? Very well, right?" I asked, my voice dry, breaking away from the memories I didn't know existed.

"Very well." He replied right then.

"How do I know if this isn't a dream?" I blurted out.

"You know this isn't a dream, and that's why you're constantly battling whatever chooses to argue against it." I know I asked, but I wish I hadn't.

"How would you know that?" I was now arguing with the 'illusion' before me.

"Because I know you." He pointed out what he had told me. Silence took over the moment briefly, with my breath being loud enough for him to hear it.