Dreams (Poofless AU) [Slow Updates]

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Preston's POV

Sweat was painted on my forehead, creating my eyebrows to furrow in comparison. My thoughts were empty, filled with nothing but a faint thumping sound reaching to almost each section of my head.

My eyes opened, but quickly closed when light shined into them. A slight grunt sourced from me as I rubbed my eyes in irritation. But the light wasn't the thing that made me irritated, it was the fact that last night no dreams came to mind.

I didn't dream, for what seems like the first time in forever.

Lips, cracked from lack of moisture and care was the only texture I could sense. My eyes silently scanned the floor, coming across the clothes I had worn to the party carelessly thrown in a frantic action.

What was that last night? I'd never felt so much panic in my life, to the point of hysteria. To the point where I don't even remember how I got home last night, even though I didn't have an ounce of liquor or drugs flowing through me.

Even though my mind was all over the place, my body must have took my emotions as a sign of struggle and put itself into survival mode. My body was controlling itself in order to get me into safety, to get me to a secure safe environment. The brain that I possessed felt like it was someone else's, so many thoughts swirling around in there along with multitudes of concerns and worries caused me to have an overload.

Or in other words, I had a panic attack.

Even breaths exited and entered like silk as I stared at the ceiling above me. Soft winds spoke as I looked over to my cracked opened window. So that solves that mystery on how I got in, huh?

My arm was lazily tossed over my forehead, instantly feeling the sweat that was now beginning to seep into my skin. I wiped what was left of the sweat off but kept my arm in the position after. My thoughts were now calm and still, giving me a thick feeling of tranquility. A thin smile was tugging at my lips as I thought about the lack of dreams I had last night.

I came to the realization that I can't force myself to dream, I had to let it come naturally. No matter how much I pushed to see Rob again in my subconscious, I can't pressure myself to have dreams.

I didn't get what I thought I needed last night, and I'm alright with that. Maybe I wasn't supposed to dream last night, clearly whoever's decision it was was aware of my mentally last night.

Little flashbacks of last night came to mind as I rested my eyes. I had no nightmare last night as well, nor did I have any dreams, for the first time in a long time I just slept. My body was more than likely too exhausted and God, I can't even image how tired my emotions were.

Even though I didn't dream last night, It felt like I was supposed to have a nightmare. I mean I woke up sweaty and If I recall correctly when an overload of emotions happen, nightmares are almost guaranteed to occur.

Yet, they didn't.

I felt myself smiling even bigger than the one I previously had. A crazy, yet pleasant thought came to mind as I continued to lay in bed. An impossible, yet completely debatable idea danced inside of me.

What if, just what if Rob prevented me from having a nightmare?

Perhaps it was a silly thought, but nevertheless it sounded true. If anything, that was probably the best sleep I've gotten in awhile. I feel fully rested, which is a rare thing to feel in your high school years. Feeling fully recharged was one thing, but feeling peaceful bliss at the same time was something different.

I didn't see him in my dreams, but he saw me.

He watched over me.

He made sure that I would be okay.

With that thought in mind I leaned over towards the right side of my mattress and saw my sweet dream journal, along with the purple pen right next to it. The materials felt smooth in my hands as I took both of the items out from under the mattress and laid them on my chest.

The sun provided me more than enough light for me as I opened up the first page and reread the entries. Faint smells of blossoms breathed through the first entry, as I read everything I had previously written.

Just as I was about to turn to the next page I noticed something peeking out a couple of pages ahead of my first entry. My interest peaked as I flipped through the many entires, sure enough there was a pressed yellow rose next to the last entry I had wrote. But the thing that made me speechless was the softly drawn words written on the next page along with an initial.

"All is well, my love." - R

A/N: Well would you look at that. Another update? What the hell is going on Kris? xD

#Dreamland