Escape From Reality

The Dragon

The next time I dreamed it had already been a week.

The moment I opened my eyes, and found myself staring at the sky, I already knew what had happened. I was dreaming again. I pushed myself up from my lying position and looked around. No monsters were around. I shuddered at the thought of seeing one again.

"It's you." A voice breathed behind me. I turned around. Standing just a metre away from me,was the boy. I took in a breath. It was him. Here in the flesh. After waiting for 2 weeks, he has finally made his reappearance. He seemed at a loss for words, and was gazing at me intently. He was wearing train pajamas today, I noted. I nodded meekly.

We seemed to stare at each other for a while, drinking in the other's presence. I think I was still processing the fact the boy was here.

"What's your name?" The boy asks as he looks straight into my own eyes. I stared back at his emerald green ones, as if they were a window into a fascinating world where dragons flew and fairies lived. This was a world where anything was possible. The world that was the boy pulled me in, threatening to pull me away from my world and into his.

"Chloe." I bit my lip nervously, "Yours?"

"Jacob." Jacob. So that was his name.

"Do you, do you live over there?" I pointed in the direction of the house in the clearing. Jacob turned his head into the direction I was pointing and shook his head.

"No." He said. He seemed confused. No? Where did he live then? And who was the owner of that house? Silence ensued as we stood there together. After staring into his eyes for a while, it was starting to get uncomfortable so I looked down at the dirt on the floor and started shuffling my feet awkwardly.

"Are you real"Jacob suddenly blurted out of the blue. By the tone of his voice, he was clearly holding in the question for some time. My head whipped up, taken aback by his question. What did he mean by that? He wasn't real and I was. It was as simple as that. I answered carefully.

"It depends on your definition of real." I said. I didn't live like he did, in a dream, so technically to him I was not real. That seems to make the most sense. His emerald green eyes meet mine. Jacob doesn't know how to respond to that and is clearly thinking about a reply.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Eleven."

"Me too."

"Do you live around here?"He asked. I didn't know how to answer that. I couldn't exactly tell him the truth. That I was in a dream that was his reality. I didn't know how these dreams work.

"You could say that." I answered as vaguely as possible.

At this moment, a mighty roar bellowed out of nowhere. Me and Jacob jumped a mile in shock and stared at each other in fear. Jacob face turned white. My heart leapt from my chest.

"What was that?" I asked nervously as we heard another roar. Afraid, I inched closer to Jacob. Slowly the area around us grew dark as our only light source was cut out. Something was looming above us, and I was too afraid to look up.

"I don't know." Jacob answered with a slight tremor in his voice. Taking in a deep breath, I looked up only to be greeted with the underbelly of a huge creature that was flying in the air. It appeared to have wings, which created gusts of winds that I could feel rippling through the air. Golden, shiny, beautiful, it was a majestic creature. A majestic creature that was going to kill us.

"Please let me wake up." I mumbled weakly as the creature started flying in circles to make its descent. I was frozen in fear, too afraid to move. Jacob however, let out a gasp.