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dream /driːm/
verb
1. experience dreams during sleep
2. indulge in daydreams or fantasies about something greatly desired
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Matteo dries his hair with the towel while leaving the bathroom and sighs, not sure where he is gonna go tonight. Don't think he is planning any party or drunk trip with an uber for a whole night. It's something kind of worse, and if Matteo were up to tell someone about this, he'd rather lie and spill the drunk uber excuse. Not to mention that he would never, ever, admit anything like this to his girlfriend, who's already been going psycho anyway.
He's been meeting another girl.
Well, not really exactly meeting, they have been meeting kinda in their dreams for few weeks and he has no idea who she is, where she is from and what she does daily. He only knows that she is around his age and really, really pretty, and probably completely the kind of girl he wouldn't try to talk while being in a relationship, or would he? It's not like he knows that she is real. She may be just the creation of his brain after all.
As bad as it sounds, it's not like he has any control over it, okay? It just weirdly started happening, whenever he goes to sleep he wonders where he will end up being tonight, what she will wear and why she is wearing those ridiculous pajamas all the time.
Besides, he has absolutely no idea if she is real, or if she is just made up by his brain.
He makes sure he puts on some t-shirt; the other day he forgot and she was so awkward not looking at him, which was adorable in some way, but at the same time a little too much for him to handle. It's not that Matteo is any sleepy right now, but one needs sleep and he hopes he will get bored enough to fall asleep. His bed is comfy and he silences his phone so it doesn't wake him up, obviously. He would lie if he told he wants to wake up, especially that tomorrow is weekend day.
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Matteo wakes up lying down on the grass and as confused as he is, it's nothing unusual; he mostly ends up being outside. His head is turning left and all he can see are trees, so he turns to the right and sees more, more green. But much prettier, a little darker than the grass. His eyes leave her eyes and just move lower, to look at her lips, turned into smile. She smiles because of him, and it tingles him from the very inside, what is weird, the weirdest, and he adores it.
The soft fingers caress the skin of his cheekbones, tickling them almost like the wind and this is one of the moments Matteo can't be sure if she is real, because something so gentle, so fragile and so pure can't be a real thing, can't be mundane, can't be any close to him.
She sits up, resting her hand on his chest and the wind moves with her dark hair as if it was trying to catch her focus for a short moment, but she keeps watching him, only him and he probably got very cheesy because of her, yet when she looks at him like this he can't care this isn't real.
"What's with that look, hm?" he asks with a grin and Luna giggles.
"Nothing, I missed you a little."
Matteo chuckles. "Just a little? I'm sure you were dying to see me."
She rolls her eyes, but the tiny hint of the smile in the corner of her lips lets him know how she doesn't mind the teasing. Then she just sighs and starts pulling on his t-shirt. "I got used to you, besides I won't believe that you don't like hanging out with me."
