MES: Twenty

Hey, Wake Up and Smell The Coffee

Written by: Mizujin

Prompt by: greenmeadow

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The first two nights it happened, Maymay awoke feeling a bit dazed, confused, and flushed.

She recalled of a chest which her face was pressed on, big arms wrapping her frame, and the inviting smell of coffee that seemed to emanate from it. She vaguely recalled sniffing that merciful chest without shame, but only because it was already in front of her, and coffee had been so tempting these days.

But every time she spent a few more moments in bed to place a face on the body that reminded her of mornings, she was left with only gwapo and mabango on her lips.

On the third night, Maymay awoke with her heart beating like a drum when the lingering feel of delicate hands cupping her face and a gaze that kept her in place were the last fading images of these nocturnal fairy tales. She must have been waiting to be kissed because she found herself with her chin to the air, lips slightly parted, and sniffing for a scent that wasn't there. When her heart finally found calm, she was left craving for a whiff of coffee and its warmth.

Maymay stopped drinking coffee after that brief stay in the hospital because of hyperacidity. It was challenging during the first few mornings, trying to unlearn something her body has become dependent on especially starting college, but there's always the alternatives, so she had managed without it. However, she still craved for it from time to time especially when Milo and chatting away were not cutting it. She had been clean off coffee for so long, her body must be romancing her subconscious.

Moreover, it didn't help that Edward would always smell like a person whose secret hobby was spilling coffee on his shirt. He was with her everyday, and every day she would comment on this, and more often after those nights. And everyday he would simply laugh at her, calling her crazy, but eventually would dismiss her wonder.

Edward was a big fan of coffee, but dreams? Not so much. Dreams of making it big in showbiz as an actor or being a published novelist, yes (and God forbid they all be in his waking days), but Freud-Jung-psych dreams dream? Nah. So it amused him all the more when Maymay began connecting them, him, and his usual fix after she accidentally bumped onto him one morning.

It's actually not much of a shock he had appeared in her dreams, he couldn't even count the times she was in his. Nothing inappropriate, nothing out of line as friends (mind you), but she had been a frequent encounter. Like their minds, their dreams must be syncing, too. They would probably be stuck for a while with each other--in dreams and reality--whether they like it or not. After all, contracts had been signed.

So to spice up the days, Edward amused himself further with an experiment.

In between takes and idle time, one of the required skills of being an entertainer is entertaining oneself off boredom. There's a lot to discover from the world, but why go the distance when your best friend is just within reach to prank and LOL over? Thus, when Maymay opened the day with her usual chatters of life and beyond what he could ever comprehend about a fangirl's head while caffeine hasn't really reached its optimal function in his body, somehow, in that blurred state, he might have heard a ding! in his head.

On the fifth night of the dream episode which Maymay was slowly becoming comfortable with, she was kissed.

It was a damp of the lips on the forehead, a bit shy of what she was expecting actually, but it had been a while since she experienced that romantic bliss, so who was she to complain about it, really? Not when she's bound to be single for the next couple of years if she wanted to bloom in the showbiz industry.