(Fever dream)
★Hey, this is not real. I hope someone's reading, though.
Meaning of fever dream in English:
a very strange experience or situation, usually a bad one, that seems like a dream rather than something that would really happen
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I fell asleep in the treehouse for the first time that day. I had been resting my head on Goren's shoulder for some hours, and hadn't noticed, that I fell asleep. It had been rather uncomfortable sitting in that position while sleeping, but I hadn't given a shit. Goren obviously needed comfort after the stuff he had told me, and that was what friends were for.
"Elion?"
It was late at night and Goren had woken me up. He gently shook my shoulders and I opened my eyes, trying to focus on his face, even though it was right in front of me.
"What?" I slurred, not really awake yet.
"It's late...and we fell asleep."
He yawned, and rubbed his eyes.
I was awake now, and I lifted my head up from his shoulder."We should go back, shouldn't we?" I questioned.
"I don't know, I'm tired, but..."
He looked deeply into my eyes, biting his lip.
"I wanna stay here," he said.I smiled, my eyes glued to his lips.
"I wanna stay too."★
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You guessed it. Surprise; we kissed. I felt terrible afterwards, even though it was Goren, who had leaned in for a kiss first. I had kissed him back afterwards. I don't think he felt that good about it.
"I'm sorry."
Goren started to cry, tears running down his cheeks like a waterfall.
"It's okay, don't apologise, I uhm..."
He sobbed and I took his head in my hands. He was shaking.
"I didn't...I didn't even ask," he said.
I hugged him tightly, getting that weird, bubbly feeling again, just like I had gotten, when he hugged me.
"I'm so sorry."
"No, stop apologising, I liked kissing you, Goren."
He nodded and we just stared at each other for a bit.
"Let's go back and get some proper sleep, yeah?" I whispered, caressing his cheek.
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It was difficult walking back to camp, when it was pitch-black outside. Of course we hadn't brought a lantern. Everything looked different and I was quite scared of the dark, to be honest. Well, not really scared of the dark, but I was scared of what was in it. The birch trees all looked the same and we tripped over the white mushrooms multiple times.
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