Lucid Bound

Chapter 1

Maxton jolted up, warm sweat running from his temples down to his smoldering red cheeks. His eyes and mouth wide open. His heavy panting filling the dead silent air. His eyes scanning around in pitch black. His body relaxing as the expression of awe fell from his face. He let his body fell backward to lay completely flat on his bed. He lay there breathing heavily, his mind still trying to grasp reality. He was just in his room.With his eyes slowly starting to adjust to the darkness of his room he whispers into the silent dull air, "just another dream". He let out a deep sigh as he grab for the lamp by his bed. After seconds of searching around his night stand for the knob of his lamp, his fingers land upon the cold golden knob. Turning the knob and within two clicks, florescent light floods the previously black room. The smell of cold crisp air hits him as his senses awaken. Maxton's eyes quickly shut close, the light being too bright too fast. His eyes slowly begin to open as they adjust to the bright light greeting his vision. He lets his eyes adjust further as he reaches down beside his bed. He feels around the space beside his bed, the tips of his fingers running along the edges of various items. He stops as he reaches one book. He picks it up and sets it on the pillow laying beside him. He leans back over to grab a pen from the nightstand, accidentally banging the tip of the pen up against the cold metal base of the lamp. The impact makes a light "ting" noise yet he ignores it. He crawls from his half laying position on his bed into a sitting position, his back against the wall beside his bed. His glare focuses on the notebook sitting in the middle of his pillow, he moves to retrieve it off of his pillow, along with the pen. He leans back to the middle of his bed and moves his legs into a crisscross. He looks at the Navy blue torn up notebook. the front page covered in various rips and tears and begins flipping through the pages. He turns through the pages until he lands on an empty one, about three quarters of the way into the book. Clicking his pen open he puts the pen to the paper and begins to write. He entitled the entry, "Summer dream". He writes all about it, filling up multiple pages very quickly. He stops and flips the book closed. The front of the book labeled "My Lucid Dreams". He sighed softly and leaned over to return the book and pen to the nightstand. He sat at the end of the bed. He held his head in his hands, moaning quietly. His head lifted up slightly and glanced over to his alarm clock. The small glowing numbers read, 3:39 Am. He stood up from his bed, the bed creaking as his body weight was released. He took slow unsteady steps until he reached his dresser. It was dark stained wood with sapphire knobs. He looked up above his dresser out the widow to see drops of water beaded on the rim. Snow covering the rest. He yearned his head closer to see out the widow till he relized it was still pitch black outside. His hands wrapped around his small waist to take off his plain white tee-shirt. He turned to toss the shirt to his bed across the room and threw it, landing on the very edge of the bed. He turned his attention back to a drawer of his dresser and slid it open. He slid it out and grabbed the first hoodie he saw. The hoodie was light and dark splattered. He slipped a pair of sweat pants on. His feet slapped against the cold wooden floors as he walked towards his bedroom door. The door opened slowly with a low wine. His cold feet moved from the wooden floor of his room, onto soft brown carpeting. He quickly turned around and opened the door to his room back up. "Forgot my phone" he exclaimed as he quickly walked over to his phone charging on the nightstand. He unplugged it to see a text from his mom. It read " are you coming over for brunch still tommorow?". " Fuck, I forgot." He typed "yeah, I'll be there."He knew she wouldn't respond. He thought to himself,"She was surely sleeping anyway, but she'll see it in the morning." " Well it's not like I was gonna get anymore sleep tonight anyway". He walked down the small hall of his apartment and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a mug from the cupboard and turned the coffee on. He left the cup and left toward the living room. Grabbing the remote from the cushion before he sat down, he turned on the crappy old TV. He flipped till he got to the news channel. He changed it as soon as he saw all of the depressing stuff that always makes its way on the news. He settled with an old episode of "House". He remembered that he used to watch that all the time when he was 14 or so. He got up during the commercial and made his way to the tiny bathroom. He turned on the faucet and shaved his face. He fluffed his jet back hair up and felt his baby smooth face. The freckles beneath his big brown eyes were fading as his age climbed. The bathroom light flipped off and he went back to the kitchen. He grasped the hot mug in his hands, holding it up to his face to warm him. He glanced over to the microwave clock. It read 5:26. "Still got a while", he sighed. He walked over to look at his calendar as he enjoyed his coffee. His slippers dragged across the floor as he made his way toward it. "Damn I forgot about the appointment she made for that therapist". He thought about skipping but, he knew it could help him. Plus his mom was pushing him to go. That's probably all she wants to talk about at brunch later. Well I do have a few hours before I have to go.