A young woman who experiences the weirdest of dreams stumbles upon the Lord of Dream's in his darkest hours.
She catches the Lords attention and he catches hers, will there relationship blossom or will it wither away like a lost dream.
"Your right, taking a breath before teleporting it does help" I smile as we stand in my apartment. Matthew flies off my shoulder and lands on my kitchen counter. I look outside and its dark so i make my way to the kitchen and turn on the kettle, then turn to look at Dream. He just stands there awkwardly "Why don't you sit, were going to be here for a bit" I comment as I pull out some mugs. He takes a seat on my sofa, he's rigid as he sits. When the kettle finishes boiling I pour the water into the mugs and add tea bags and sugar. I place one of the mugs infront of Matthew, he tilts his head in surprise. "Is this for me?" he asks, I smile and nod. He caws at me then hops over to the mug and dips his beak into it.
I turn and grab the other two mugs and head over to Dream and hold one out to him. "I'm not sure how you like it, so I made it the way I do". He looks at the mug then my face before hesitantly grabbing it his fingers graze mine as he takes it out of my hand. I smile before placing my mug on my coffee table, I pull my journal and a pencil from my bag as I take a seat beside him, I cross my legs underneath me. "What are you doing? We are not here for a social call" he states. "I know....it's just drawing helps me sleep, I have trouble falling asleep sometimes" I open my journal to a fresh page. "I can help you sleep" My head snaps up as I look at him, my mouth slightly ajar. He shakes his head as if he can read my mind. "You humans have very dirty minds, I simply mean I can use my sand to put you to sleep" I feel my face go scarlet, I clear my throat "No its ok , ill fall asleep soon...hmmm Dream?"
"What is it?" "Can I draw you" I ask as I chew on my lip. "Haven't you drawn me already?" I look down in embarrassment unable to form an answer.
"Yes" I look up at him again " Wait really" I ask with a smile. A small smile graces his lips, so small it's nearly unnoticeable. I begin to draw him "Where is your family ?" He asks as he places his mug on my coffee table.
"Hmmm...well I don't live with them, they currently live in Europe with my little sister. I came to America for school so I don't see them often"
We talk for a while when I feel my eyes begin to close. I place my journal beside me and get up. " I should probably sleep, I'll only be a few hours. You can have the couch if you want, theres also food in the fridge if you get hungry" I tell him as I walk towards my room, not stopping for an answer.I strip out of my jeans and simply throw a nightshirt on and slip into the covers. I'm out like a light. ___________________________________________ Why am I scared, its so dark. I look around I'm in a pitch dark room. I've no clue where I am. A light appears behind me, I turn to see a square shaped hole in one of the walls , I walk towards it and try to touch it with my hand when I'm stopped by a layer of glass. My hand lays flat on the glass as I look into it. "Dream?" I question, he's just standing there he's talking to someone I can't see who. His clothes are different.
Suddenly he falls to his knees. "Wait....I've seen this before" I say to myself. As he looks up I see his face, it looks like it's rotting away, his skin is peeling. He looks like he's dying.
I begin to slam on the glass, "Stop leave him alone!" I shout but my cry falls on deaf ears. "Stop your killing him" I cry out, the glass wobbles slightly as I pound on the glass. Then it all disappears.
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Shortly after Sophie goes to her room, Matthew flies over and lands on the coffee table. "I like her" he caws, as he hops on the couch. I hum in response not giving him an answer. "She seems to like you" I snap my head to him as I glare at him "Don't be foolish Matthew" I snap with a snarl. He ruffles his feathers in response and begins to flip the pages of the journal. "Wow" "What is it?" I go to grab the journal and lay my eyes upon the new drawing. It is mearly a sketch put it did look like me. I trace my finger on the page when I hear a scream.
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I drop the book before standing and rush towards Sophies room. She's trashing around in her bed. "What do we do?" Matthew asks in worry as he stands on her headboard. I try to invade her dream but I'm unable so I sit on the bed beside her and grab her shoulder and begin to shake her. "Sophie you need to wake up" I call out, Tears begin to flow down the sides of her cheeks. "Stop your killing him" she calls out in panic. "Why isn't she waking up?" "I don't know......Sophie!!! Wake up its just a nightmare!!" I shout hoping she snaps out of it.
Her eyes snap open, she looks around frantically. I place my hand on her cheek and bring her eyes to mine. "It was only a nightmare, don't panic".
She sobs and jumps up wrapping her arms around my neck. I'm caught by surprise. "You were dying, I couldn't help you.....all I could do was watch, I tried to break the glass, I'm so sorry" she hiccups.
I gulp and slowly place my hands on her back, I begin rub her back. After a few minutes her breathing begins to get heavy so I lay her back down, and get up to leave. When she grabs my hand, her hand is warm and smooth to the touch it send a shiver down my spine. "Please don't leave" she begs. I let out a small sigh and lie down on the bed she slip under the covers, she lays her head on my shoulder. I place my arm around her unsure what to do. She simply snuggles closer and slips into sleep once again.
Matthew has moved to stand on a drawer beside the bedroom door and caws. "I think you like her as well" he comments.
I mearly glare at him, he laughs awkwardly and flies out of the room. Once he has left I look down and look at her. She looks so.....peaceful it's mesmerising. I lift my hand up to push a lock a hair out of her face. She really was beautiful, her skin and hair was soft to the touch, silky also. I feel a wave of exhaustion hit , I decide to rest my eyes.
