It was 12:20. He was supposed to be in bed two hours ago. But he couldn't sleep. David had been like this for over a month, and without a cure to help him sleep, he was forced to stare off into blank space. Although, this didn't seem to be a problem for him. David saw the world in a different light than most. He saw the math behind everything, but that was just it; math: no feeling behind his actions, almost as if he were a functioning robot. He knew this wasn't the case, but still, a kid can dream.
That's where his thoughts led him tonight: dreams. A figment of one's imagination, fueled by memory fragments, feelings, secrets, and many other things. He knew they weren't real, that they didn't exist, but still. Why would they occur in the first place? David began to feel drowsy. For it was only a matter of time before he would start to dream himself. Then, slowly, his consciousness slipped away, out of his reach, into the spiraling darkness of sleep.
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A Place Where Dreams Collide
FantasyDavid had always had a strange point-of-view on things, but little did he know of how much power he actually possessed. Eventually, even though his mind refuses, he becomes and avid dreamer, controlling aspects of the dream. But, with his newfound d...
