The Brit And The Twit

Dreaming Too Hard

Mira's p.o.v

Mike's blankets were so comfortable, I didn't realize I fell asleep until things didn't feel like reality anymore. I was fine with slipping from reality. But I don't think I was fine with staying away from it forever. What if I couldn't see him anymore? Would I even be able to function? 'Course I was able to before I met him. But he left a hole in my heart, filling it with warmth and love. I don't want that to drain and the hole ends up filling with black. Suddenly, I felt myself begin to dream. 

The smell of candy flooded my nose, causing me to blink awake. Mike lay next to me, grinning the the grin that I loved so much. I found myself smiling in return, leaning close for a soft kiss. Instead, he rolled from the bed, standing and leaving the room. Was something wrong with me? Tossing the blankets off, I tugged on my shirt, following after him.

He ran outside, resulting in me following him, like a puppy. Sleep still held it's hold on me, embracing me like a quilt. I forced myself to blink it away, following him down a path. It was unfamiliar, and my eyes dropped to my feet. A small sigh slipped from my lips before I brought my eyes back up to keep my eyes on him. My breath hitched a bit, feet stopping on their own. 

Mike slowed his pace, walking over to a blonde female. Maybe they were friends or something along the lines. She grabbed his hand and smiled, sending a shock through my body before ending at my heart. He flashed my favorite smile, except it wasn't for me. It was for her. He held her close and brushed his lips against hers. They began walking away, leaving me to fade. 

I jerked awake, clutching my heart and taking in my surroundings, gulping in breaths of air before bursting into tears. Of course it was a dream. Mike wouldn't hurt me that way. He loves me. Of course he wouldn't leave me. Jake rushed into the room, standing next to Mike's bed. My blood felt as if it was running cold. His hand wiped away a bit of sweat on my forehead. 

Furiously drying my eyes, I took a few to catch my breath. It was just a dream. "Where's Mike?" I asked, though it sounded more like a demand. His brows rose a bit before lowering. "Watching the telly, why?" Shaking my head, I tossed aside the sheets, tripping out of bed and stumbling over to him. Relief washed over me, allowing my heart to return to normal.

I took my seat in his lap, resting my head on his chest. His hand snaked into mine, intertwining our fingers. "You okay, love?" he asked. I took a bit to think it over, nodding. I tilted my head up, eyes begging for a kiss. It pleased me when he fulfilled my want. He's mine, and I don't think he'll leave. It was just a dream becoming a nightmare. I'm fine, and everything is back to normal.