Between The Sketches (discontinued.. )

Coy Dreams : Eight.

[She's so damn perfect]

Zinnia sat alone. She's still unable to wake up, she's still 'trapped' in her dream world and it's different dimensions. She's still confused. And she still has more questions than answers.

Day 4 of being missing in the real world, and day 4 of being unable to wake up. The condition of her body is unknown. She still wonders what scared her sister enough for her to vanish so sudden. Another question added to her mind.

The wind blows the leaves of the tress and the little bushes whisper to her. She huffs and skips down the sidewalk. Many many questions need to be answered, for her. But for now, she relaxes. Her eyes fixed on the little sorrowful park...

She sits on a swing and swings back and forth. The swing creaks a small sound. The higher she swings the more relaxes she feels. So she closes her eyes and imagines flying far away.

If this is a dream couldn't I imagine anything I want to happen? She thinks to herself. She imagines—

A slight thunder clap hits her ear drums, and she opens her eyes quick. Strangely it's not raining and the sky is as blue as the perfect summers day. Zinnia holds tight to the chains and when she fixes her eyes on the familiar face. He removes his hood slowly.

"Hello Zinnia." The calm familiar voice spoke. She opens her eyes and sees mister mysterious.

"Oh! Hey..." She smiles happily, she still hasn't figured out a name to call him. So the greeting gets cut short. She hops of the swing and hugs him tightly. If this is a dream couldn't she ask him what's his name, now? "Hey... So, um what's your name?" She separates from the one sided hug and looks up at him.

He licks his lips and tucks them in. "I already told you..." He says in almost a whisper. He looks away from her at the swing, swinging itself. "I don't have one." He looks dead at her, in her eyes.

"Damn, even here." She mumbles to herself.

"Said something?"

"Oh, no. Nothing uh... Let's see what I can call you?" She taps her chin and walks around him in circles, as his eyes follow around in her motion. "So... You're tall, and uh... I have no idea what to call you." She stands to the back of him. He turns around to look down at her.

"You're trying to find me a nickname?" He asked, again with his whisper like tone.

She stops in middle of nodding and looks up at him. A wide smile spreads on her face. "I know what to call you! I can call you Coy." She says. "I know it's usually referred to with women BUT it can be used for men as well."