CHAPTER-1 THE DREAM

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by dreamyazter

by dreamyazter

I woke up from that dream! It was one of the most magical experience my body has ever experienced,never felt this much of tense and thrill ever! But was it all just a dream? Is there anyways to continue the dream that you woke up from? I don't know really...it's a really cold night,still I felt a warmth inside my heart...I'm almost sweating in this cold.

But the only question I ask myself now is...what was the dream? What is it about? I forgot everything in a second...I don't remember anything from it. But the unknown feeling did not left my body yet!

I went to the washroom and took a face wash in the cold water. The annoying sound of my rusty fan is slowly erasing the magical feeling of the dream that I had. I feel myself trapped in wanting someone or maybe just in the want of that feeling. The only answer to all this is trying to recollect the memories of that dream. I tried to sleep after that but the cat's meows and fan's sound just don't allow me to sleep.

"What is it?"

"Who is it?"

I asked myself.

"Where is it,ash?"

"Where?"

Then the warm sun rose on a cold morning,I went out and the cold breeze touched my fur. As a musician,I usually love these breeze.I feel like music was created from the morning breeze...but today,I can feel nothing from it.

"Why?"

I guess it's also because of that dream!
Then I was sitting in my personal studio and was working on a jazz.But my brain isn't much on point today,why? Well I know you must have guessed it....'THE DREAM'. Now it's kinda funny to talk about the dream right now. The fan's sound still kept annoying me,so I turned it off.

I actually have an AC in my studio but I don't know why I still stick to using this rusty fan. Maybe I can't forget old things that stayed too long with us that it eventually becomes a part of our mind or memory.Maybe I don't use the fan for wind actually I use it because I love it's annoyance probably.

Then what's the thing that became a part of my memory ,so it became a part of my dream?

Sometimes there's this kind of objects,which you won't like or maybe you won't even use it much while you have it, maybe you don't like it even now! Maybe you don't even remember it. But one day it randomly comes to your mind and you will be thinking,"yeah that's a fond memory!" then all of a sudden you feel a certain want for that object but you will realise that you can't have it now.

"EYES!", I shouted.

The dream was not about the eyes but I remember a pair of eyes from that dream,they're blue like a boat rowing in a deep blue ocean.

And I also remember a letter from that dream....'Z'!

Z and EYES...I...what I am going to do with these two?
But tears are dropping from my eyes when I'm thinking about these two things! Not of happiness or sadness,this is something else!

*Wait for chapter 2*