Within Reach

~Part 14~ ~Easter~

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#14

I clicked on the first dictionary site that came up on the old computer.
Smartdictionary.com : the definition of dream.
Three or so bullet points read:

•a series of thoughts, images or sensations, occurring in a persons mind during sleep: I had a recurrent dream about falling from great heights.

•a unrealistic of self-deluding fantasy:
Maybe he could get a job and earn some money- but he knew it was just a dream.

•a person or thing perceived as wonderful or perfect: her new man's an absolute dream | it was a dream of a back hand | she was a couturiers dream.

And I could see exactly how all three related to me.
1- a recurring dream about falling from great heights-- although I'd categorise that one as 'nightmare"
2-it was totally a unrealistic and self deluding dream. Unrealistic, because there was no way he could actually be in my room. And self deluding Because, I was deluding myself in thinking that maybe if he was in my dreams, he actually existed.
Lastly- he was wonderful and perfect. His hair, his eyes, his skin, his smell, his essence, his appearance, his muscles, everything. And if he was
My man, he would be a dream. A very perfect one.
And I wasn't going to lie. Sure, I'd had thoughts of us, if he was real, dating, going out, kissing. But the fact that he might not be real snapped those straight back to where they came from. Which was probably an overload of estrengeon.

Completely sick and tired of not doing anything, I was bored out of my mind. And yes, that had lead me to searching up irreverent things on the Internet. Like what dreams were. How candles were made and what gave pears their shape.
I headed to the broom cupboard that held two mops and one pathetic broom, so I could clean up a few faint smudges my wheels had created.
Sivanna was out, working at a job she'd picked up, to pay for my new school enrolment. I needed a job, and would get one if I could, but in my state, I wasn't exactly employee material.

Half way through my labouring, a shrill knock nervously tapped, making my head shoot up in anticipation. I pulled one end of the curtain open, not expecting anyone, and saw tiny little bright red shoes and long black socks.
When I pulled the door open for maybe the 4th time that day, a young girl with long brown hair stood shaking at my door. Her back was straight and she spoke loud, looking over my head to avoid her eyes landing on mine.
"Good afternoon Miss!" She shouted in her trembling state. "I am Alicia, young participant in Minton youth scouts," she pointed to a shiny badge stuck to the collar of her coat. "here to ask you if you would kindly donate to the elderly housing retirement village, In need of help and assistance!" She formally shoved a piece of paper, close to my face, hand shaking. Still she didn't look at me, as I scanned the flyer.