Dreams.
They can be either pitch black darkness or crazy hyper-realistic scenarios that wouldn't really happen in real life.
Right?
*M/N's POV*
'It's been a long tiring day.' I thought.
'At least I get to see him again.'
I turn off the bed-side lamp.
I lay down on my bed and shut my eyes. It doesn't take long before I drift off and fall into the land of dreams.
I woke up in a room with vibrant green wallpaper.
"Hey." I turned around to see him again.
"Hey." I responded with a sheepish smile.
"It's you again." He says with a smile plastered on his ever so handsome face.
"Why? Have you gotten tired of me already?" I joked. He doesn't respond.
"Wait, are you actually--"
"No, I'm just kidding." He laughed with his beautiful voice.
"Oh God, okay--uh-- I thought you actually did." I stuttered in embarrassment.
"How could I ever get tired of your pretty face?"
Tomato. I turned into a tomato so you may now refer to me as the tomato.
"You're blushing again, stranger."
"Oh sorry." I snapped out of his trance and composed myself, the word stranger stinging a little at the thought of always being a stranger to him and nothing more than that.
"No need to say sorry." He chuckled.
"It's just that you're an idol, my idol at that and I'm not used to it." I explained to the idol that keeps appearing in my dreams. I often tell him my problems and he also tells me his(although I can't really relate since y'know).
As much as I'd love to believe that this is actually him...I know that this is all just a dream, or a sequence of dreams.
A mental construct formed when a person sleeps.
An impossible series of scenes.
A cruel nightmare, knowing it will never truly happen.
Which is why I don't want to get my hopes up to much.
It's just a dream, that's all there is to it,
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