royal amnesia | dreamnotfound

11- dreaming

that night, my mind is full of broken memories, like dreams.

i see flashes of dream, his smiling face, his bright laughter, his face of regret, sadness, anger. these all sporadically come to me, like my memories are trying to piece themselves together again. i roll over in my sleep, my mind not being able to rest.

when i finally drift into unconsciousness again, my mind plays a new memory.

dream and i are in his room.

i'm smiling at him as he draws me in by the waist for a kiss.

"what?" i ask, giggling as he kisses my cheek and my nose.

"i just love you george."

i roll my eyes, my finger pushing back his face as he tries to kiss me again.

"you're smothering me."

he laughs a hearty laugh, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me through the air. he throws me gently onto the large mattress that was our bed.

he crawls on top of me, pinning my legs down and leaning over me.

i look up into his green eyes and smirk. his eyes flash playfully.

"what are you smirking about?" he says.

i pull him in by the neck and kiss him passionately.

the dream blinks in and out, black and white.

i roll him over so i can pin him down and he complains, but i just smile and continue kissing him lovingly.

it flashes out.

suddenly dream's on top again. he's reaching to pull off his shirt. my shirt is off too. dream is kissing at my neck, i'm laughing when he mumbles something in my ear. he opens the bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lotion.

flashes of black and white blur my mind.

we aren't wearing clothes anymore. i'm calling out dreams name. the bed shakes, dream huffs, i feel his larger hand grabbing at my smaller one. my whole mind and body is wrapped in pleasure and pain, waves upon waves enveloping me to the point that i feel like i'm going to burst.

it cuts out.

it flashes back in.

we're laying under the covers, still naked, but tired and happy. dream runs a hand through my soft hair almost putting me to sleep with that one motion.

dream is so close to my ear i can hear him breathing. my eyes flutter closed as sleep drags me towards unconsciousness.

"i love you," dream whispers, tucking my hair behind my ear, only to slip his fingers down my neck in a mesmerizing way. and i smile, so content, the happiest i've ever felt in my life.

a knock sounds on my door loudly.

i'm brought from my dream quickly and my eyes shoot open. i'm back in my empty room, the sun barely lighting up the curtains. i sit up.

a muffled voice calls my name. it's karl.

"prince george. you asked me to wake you up for breakfast."

"yeah, i'll be right out," i call.

i sigh and run a hand through my hair, looking down at myself.

that dream felt so real. it felt real enough that it left me feeling stiffness in my trousers. i tug on my hair.