New Beginnings

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Ashley's POV

  I had just awoken from an unpleasant dream I had felt frightened and uncomfortable in duration with it. As my mind always did, it reassessed what I could recall from it. I was in a car full of people, mostly girls at first who were all quite attractive, but all of the sudden, they all became flirty boys and one of them tried to touch me and smile as the other ones cheered at the streets, despite the road being empty but with just our car. There was also a cute black-haired girl walking on the side of the road, and she stared at me with her dark eyes that I fond so dearly over. She gave me a slight smile after a few seconds of a softly blank stare, and that was the best part of the dream. It was a magical experience, and I wondered if I actually encountered her in the same dream, with our perspective factors being different.

I was suddenly floating on a cloud and the guys were gone, thank God. An image of them appeared throughout my mind of them drinking beer and partying. Why? I shouldn't dream those things. I am an introvert, this highly untangles my comfort. Then I recalled that I was missing them, missing?? Why? I don't like boys, I'm attracted to girls. What did this dream symbolize anyway? Things that I would not like in myself? Things and fears that make me uncomfortable and feel inauthentic?

  I really didn't feel like grasping for the truthful answer at the moment, since that girl I saw walking in the streets in my dream never left my mind. She fills me with positive energy and joy the more I think about her, and she is truly beautiful with a seemingly beautiful personality. I imagined scenarios of our relationship and how we would meet, as my cheeks lightly flush whilst my rather large smile could not untwine.

I had a hopeful feeling on my slightly quick-paced heart and the ease but tingly feeling in my gut that I liked, that I would eventually meet this girl and that she exists. I feel some sort of connection between us, there is definitely one that I could feel but I don't know what kind. All I know is that she could be thinking about me as well, or that we actually encountered in the same dream. Maybe she thought that I was beautiful? I didn't want to feel arrogant but it felt lovely to fantasize about an attractive beautiful girl thinking that you're beautiful. These thoughts made me blush a deeper shade of red, as my smile webbed tighter into my cheeks. I squealed and swished around in my bed, gazing wonderously and happily at the ceiling as vivid imaginations and memories run through my mind without releasing the thought of that girl.

  I was wide-awake and fueled with dopamine chemicals produced by the joyness energy flooding through my brain that created them. I couldn't sleep for I felt energized with deep thoughts I've grown excited to drown vividly in. But I did however, really wanted to sleep since I enjoyed sleeping and resting my body in the comfort of my bed as I dream. And despite being able to enjoy the fantasies I've created and the analytical thoughts that pass by sometimes, I desired to dream of that girl again, or at least sleep this lovely night full.

  The moon and stars embrighted through my window, also keeping me fascinatedly awake and in tune with this pure beauty, joy, and positive energy. Man, now I desperately wanted to stare out at the moon and stars for the rest of the night, go outside with a large fresh cup of coffee and breath in the energy of it all, taking in the solitude of nature, the vivid night sky and fresh air. But I knew I couldn't. My back chilled with a craving to connect with the mattress, and so it did. But I became slightly disappointed. I've softly spoken a few wills and words to the moon, and thanked it for it's enlightenment.  I gazed up at the ceiling with a genuine smile still attached to my cheeks as I quickly ran a few scenarios about myself and that lovely girl throughout my mind before finally after forceful body-relaxation, I fell asleep in hopes to dream of her return.

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Noralee's POV:

  I had been walking along the sides of the road for a while now, and my eyes landed on a girl floating on a cloud. She appeared to have a dazed expression, the kind of sad-like one where your eyes are narrowed into thought. She sat criss-crossed on the little white cloud and looked at me. Her expression changed, her eyes fueled with light and her smile broadened so greatly, I hadn't noticed it was there in the first place. Maybe it wasn't? But I didn't care about that. They way she gazed at me, I couldn't help but smile back. She was cute, her long black curls descend down her back and curved mystically around her face. She was adorable, and my face pinkened slightly as we stare what each other.

  She seemed to like me, which surprisingly, that felt very comfortable. She is attractive, and I feel shyly drawn to her being. Her eyes glowed like the moon, despite them being as dark as mine. But then she disappeared for some reason, like a ghost forming in her figure, quickly grazing with heavier transparency until she faded away. Why? The cloud however, turned into a butterfly with white roses for wings, assorted so it appeared like a fairy's wings. Where did she go? And what was the meaning of the purely beautiful butterfly?

  That's when I awoke, adjusting my blankets and position to a more comfortable one, my eyes peering wildly at the ceiling as I continued to think of this girl. She looked so beautiful... And compared to me? My dark eyes dulled compared to her dark ones, my black hair felt straight compared to her thick black curls. And my skin? We're the same as pale, but mine felt dirty compared to this angel's skin.

  This wasn't jealously, but I do admire her features and wish to caress them with my heart and soul, and bond our energy fields into one greater being. She looked adoring, and I wanted to feel her, to touch her hair and play with her tits-

  That thought, of this girl being naked around me, it heated my cheeks and stitched my smile deeply into them. I squealed silently at the thought of it, my eyes aglowing to this serenity and thoughts of her. Maybe she thought of me as well? Maybe she actually exists and we encountered within the same dream?

  I kind of missed her, but it was difficult to fall back to sleep to dream of her again due to my dopamine-level increase. I was energized a little, and felt excited, gaining hopefulness to encounter her sometime the future. Maybe she and I were already close before, and is some type of soulmate? Well, I'd have to find that out soon enough.

Hello everyone, thank you for reading this chapter, I hope you're all doing great wherever you are in the world! I appreciate this, and I hope you enjoyed it. Please stay tuned for my next chapter I'll create shortly. Have a wonderful day/night!
~ Riøt (Author)

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