Reverie

Chapter Four

My dream is broken by the alarm. I try to blink the sleep from my eyes and I realize I can still see Seth's face, clear as day. I need to push him out of my mind; I've got other things that need to be done.

I manage to escape the mob of people seeking to destroy my sanity this morning; there are advantages to taking backstreets and alleys as opposed to buses on the main road. My parents are always bugging me about not taking obscure streets alone, warning me about drunks and druggies and such.

I walk into the classroom like I have every day of every other year, and my eyes catch on a poster across the room. I've probably seen it hundreds of times already, but now is the first time I've really noticed it.

It's gradient, fading from white in one corner to dark blue in the opposite. A large black-and-white title at the top announces, the five essential parts to narrative writing. There's one small line on the poster, where the white and the blue mix together, that is the exact color of Seth's eyes.

Leo. Stop it. Focus.

I suddenly realize I've been staring at the poster for a full minute now. Everyone else must think I'm a lunatic. I hurry to my desk, not quite wanting to start the day. Somewhere between first and second period, my mind gives up on the whole idea of learning and begins to fight with itself.

Today isn't going to go well.

Think positive. Anything can happen.

At least tomorrow, I can go to Central and begin my search for this Seth guy.

Leo. You need to stop.

Anything can happen.

Stop it.

I want to find about more about this person. Is that such a bad thing!?

Stop it now.

I'm sure I've never seen him before.

Shut up. Stop thinking about Seth.

He came to me IN A DREAM. What the hell.

NOBODY CARES.

In a frEAKIN DREAM.

So what?

I DREAMED ABOUT HIM.

SO WHAT??

A dream is a wish your hEART MAKES.

The heart is a muscle. It is not capable of conscious thought.

A dream is a wish your soul makes.

A soul probably isn't even a real thing.

A dream is a wish destiny makes.

Destiny is an ancient folk invention to explain coincidences and time.

SEE???

Destiny is an ANCIENT FOLK invention to explain coincidences and time.

Some say destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. Others say fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one's destiny intertwines with many others. It's the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Some never find it. But there are some who are led. (BTW this is the intro to Pixar's Brave)

What the hell?? Where'd you get that from??

JFC. It's DISNEY, you uncultured swine.