Dream Or Reality?[In Editing]

13: Dreaming The Truth

'Hello, My name is Celeste Anne and I will be your therapist. Now, what seems to be the problem miss..uh..Myriagon is it?" A woman who looked to be in her twenties asked. Her ginger hair stood out brightly, making me stare a little, and her startlingly green eyes bore curiously into me.

"First of all, a myriagon is a polygon, second of all, my name's Miriam, third of all...why am I here?" I wondered aloud. Aren't therapists supposed to be smart...?

"Why you are here to seek knowledge. Every person does. You particularly," she pointed her pen at me, "are here to find truth. A rare case I usually get.."

"Truth..for what?" I questioned, staring at the world my mind had created, it looked like an ordinary person's office, only there was a desk and bookshelves of books covering every inch of it all. So basically, we were in a box of bookselves. Real creative, mind. Absentmindedly, I scanned my eyes over the books covering the floor, and picked one up.

"Ah that book." She replied, not exactly answering my question, "Good choice!"

"But what..?" I read the title and stared indignantly at her, 'I love Louis, how to know if you're the ultimate fan?' What the heck?" I quoted.

"Yes." She stood from her spin around chair, "It seems you want to know the truth about him, no? His history, secrets and everything.."

"I...I do.." My eyes widened at the words. Wasn't I happy with just staying with him from a month? Why ask more?

"Because you really are curious of him. You, dear Mimi, are falling."

"Falling? What do you mean? How did you know what I was thinking?"

She laughed, it was like a tinkling of bells, "You really are clueless aren't you? Thats sad. Maybe you'll find out, maybe not.." She shrugged. I noticed she hadn't answered how she had known what I was thinking.

"Will you PLEASE not be subtle, what do you mean?" I demanded. I need an answer.

"Pick up another book." She instructed, ignoring my statement.

I sighed frustratedly before complying, picking up a random book off the ground.

"Yes. Life has it all planned out for you.." Celeste's voice was a dull background as I stared at the book I held in my hands.

'One Direction' was what I was able to read before the words and pictures from inside it swirled around me, faster and faster till it was gone.

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I blinked groggily, stretching arms in the air. The dream...

What the heck was that all about?

All I could remember was 'Celeste Anne' a therapist. The dream was already fading away. Who was she and what did we talk about?

Shrugging it off, I rolled over.

Wait. This wasn't my bed...

I felt around, then sat up, taking in my surroundings.

This wasn't my room...

And this most definitely wasn't in my house.

My eyes widened as I noticed the door leaning on the wall.

Ohhh it was Louis's room!

So where did Louis sleep?

Yawning, I rolled over, getting up and making my way to Louis's bathroom, trying to avoid the UFO's AKA Unidentified Freaky Objects. Succeeding in not stepping on any object, I swung open the bathroom door.