"My dreams are not my escape from reality, but my way of making reality more bearable."
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Meet Sage
Okay, some things in his life aren't normal, like ancient curses, black magic, or just magic in general. His life is perfectly messy and "n...
The first thing I noticed is what I was wearing. I was wearing a white T with a patterned button up shirt. I also had on a pair of adidas. Lastly I had a black beanie on my head that didn't make my glasses feel uncomfortable. Huh, even in my dreams I don't have a fashion sense.
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(Picture because I can't describe outfits to save my life)
I looked up from my outfit and recognized where I was. It was a very forested area with one trail leading to a place that had a special meaning in my mind.
I took a step and realized that I felt really light. I felt around for my necklace but it wasn't there. So that's why. It felt unnatural to be without my necklace, but I tried to ignore it.
It was night, and there was fog, but the moon lit my way. As I kept walking, I saw a lake. I walked to my destination and tripped "gracefully." Yeah, let's just say that.
The lake had a beauty that was almost ethereal. It looked as if the lake was alive with the way it glimmered and it seemed as if the lake was breathing. Each gentle breath caused a wave to move in a soothing pattern. If I tried I could match my heartbeats to the sway of the lake. It was as if a silent lullaby was pulling me to sleep. But the person I saw sitting there made me want to do anything but close my eyes.
It was a chilly night but I had never been more comfortable. Huh. His cheesiness must be rubbing off on me. This has to stop. What if I say one of these things out loud and he laughs at me. Would he laugh at me though?I mean he is full of cheesy lines himself so would he laugh or take it to heart? Am I overthinking this? Yeah probably. Oh don't judge me you're the cause of all these thoughts in my mind bubble. Yeah but you're the one who thinks. I am done with this conversation. Okay okay I get it back to reality. Just forget about me. Ugh why are we having this conversation when the breathing version of Adonis is sitting over there? Touché.
Me and myself have the weirdest conversations sometimes.
The boy turned his head to face me with a look that the average girl faints for and motioned for me to go over to him. I took off my shoes and left them in the grass. I walked over to him, barely able to contain my excitement as my feet went into the water. It was then that I noticed what he was wearing. He had on an oversized white sweater that said "normal people scare me" and his black jeans were rolled up so that they didn't get wet.
I looked into his red glowing eyes that turned a foggy white color with flecks of light blue while he looked at me. So he's happy to see me. That's a relief, but then again who wouldn't be happy to see my sexy self?
