Timeless

p.

6 May

Utterly confused I let my eyes wander across the room. When my gaze fell on the other half of the bed, my eyes widened and I got up from the bed. "W-What?" That was impossible. But... I wasn't dreaming, was I? I pinched my arm, cursing quietly when a wave of pain shot through my body. I definitely wasn't dreaming. Which raised a whole lot of other questions. First of all, to sum up my thoughts, what the hell was going on?

Slowly I tiptoed around the bed to see if what I thought was the case really was happening. My suspicions were confirmed. There was a man lying on the bed, and that man looked exactly like Brian in the pictures he had sent me. But that was impossible, it couldn't be Brian. I wasn't sure what I should do. This had to be some sick joke, because it was impossible that this was really Brian and not a lookalike. Or someone had to have been playing a trick on me for the past two months and this was the cruel climax of everything.

I didn't know what to do. The man was still asleep which left me with all the options I had. First of all, I had to find my phone. If I had that I could call Brian and see what would happen, what was really going on. The only problem was that I had no clue where my phone could be. It could be anywhere, really anywhere. I looked down on myself and realised that I was still wearing the pyjamas I'd put on the night before, while I had been talking to Brian. Which made everything even more strange.

I could hardly go outside in my pyjamas. Josephine had some serious explaining to do. I had no idea what the hell she had done, but she'd done something for sure. For now I had to see if I could find my phone - and potentially other things - so I went to the chair that stood by the window with a bunch of things on in. However, the quiet was soon interrupted by a very familiar voice.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?"

Widening my eyes, I turned around. This couldn't be true, it was impossible. It was impossible. And yet it was happening. Swallowing heavily, I met his eyes. I'd seen them before, but on pictures. In reality it was a completely different thing. He had the most gorgeous eyes I'd ever seen, and with the remnants of sleep in his expression he looked adorable.

It only took a split second for him to react after I turned to face him. He widened his eyes and scrambled up from the bed, struggling a little to keep his balance. "M-Mira?"

Slowly, I nodded, a hint of a smile tugging on my lips. "Yeah..." It was him. He recognised me. And I recognised him. There was no way this was Josephine's doing.

"What?! But... how? Oh my god..." Slowly he stepped closer to me. "Are you actually here? I'm not still asleep, am I?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so.." I couldn't keep myself from smiling. I was standing in front of the man I thought I'd never be able to see in person, the man who'd become one of my closest friends over the past two months. The man in my life. He was actually right there.

"What is happening?" He asked quietly, letting a smile form on his face.

I shook my head, looking at him with exactly the same expression. "I have no idea... I went to sleep last night, on the phone, with you. And now I'm here and I have no clue what the fuck is happening."

"I don't care what is happening," he told me, smiling widely. "All that matters to me is that I... I can actually talk to you. In person.. I.. I could hug you.. You have no idea how often I wished that was possible, and now it is.."

"Don't waste any more time then, hug me..," I told him, laughing softly.

And he did. And there were no words for how wonderful it felt to finally wrap my arms around him, to touch the man I'd been longing to touch for weeks now, to close my eyes, rest my head against his chest and enjoy the warmth of his body. He was there, he was real.

He was real, he was really there. I couldn't believe it. I had spent nights (and days) dreaming about him, thinking that all I'd ever get to do was to write with him, occasionally call him. And yet here I was, with my arms wrapped around him tightly and his arms wrapped around me just as tightly. It was impossible.

"Your hair smells really nice," he told me softly, making me laugh.

"My hair?" I pulled away and looked up at him, mirroring his expression. Despite the astonishment over what was going on we both couldn't keep smiles off our faces. Because we were standing right in front of each other.

"Yes," he chuckled. "I know, it's something very random to say."

I chuckled. "It's not the first very random thing that you say."

"Good point," he agreed, looking at me still with his sweet smile on his face. "God, I can't believe you're actually here... how is that even possible?"

I shook my head, shrugging. "Don't ask me. You study physics and those things. Is this actually where you live? Or have you been... transported out of your life as well?"

He took a moment to look around but shook his head. "No, this is where I live," he told me, going over to the window. "It's definitely where I live."

"So this is ....1972?" I asked, sitting down on the bed.

"As far as I know it is," he confirmed, a slightly amused expression on his face. "But I'll check to make absolutely sure, let me just go turn on the radio, it's in the kitchen," he informed me.

"Mhm," was all I managed to say.

That got Brian's attention and he sat next to me. "Hey," he said softly. "I can imagine what a huge shock this has to be. But you'll be okay, I promise."

I looked up at him and leaned against him when he placed his hand on my back. "I know. Thank you. But still. This is... so overwhelming. I've been wishing that there was some way for us to actually physically see each other, but I never ever would have dared to think that it would actually happen."

"I know. I feel the same, believe me. I still think that any moment I'm going to wake up and realise that this was just a wonderful dream..."

"I checked and I'm definitely not dreaming. I pinched myself."

"You pinched yourself?" He sounded slightly shocked.