Book of Dreams

Dad

   In which I dreamt that somebody else was my dad, and I knew exactly who that somebody was. I won't mention his name, but I think some of you will recognise him anyway so... Tell me what you think about it :3

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   I opened my eyes, just to be welcomed by so much light, my eyes couldn't take it. I closed my eyes back, and I had to try again and again, until my eyes could take the strong daylight.

   I was under warm white sheets in a room with plain white walls. The TV was turned on, but I payed no attention to it.

   My arms were lying next to my sides, needles pierced my skin on both arms.

   I was in a hospital.

   All of a sudden I remembered that I've been there for a while, and when I fell asleep, I was holding my mom's and my dad's hand. I looked down to my hands. My left hand was still clutching a feminine hand, a hand that was so familiar... Mom was still there. But when I looked to the right, I realised that this hand was nothing like my dad's. These fingers were long, and the man's arm whose hand I was holding was covered in tattoos. This couldn't be my dad... Yet it felt like he was.

   I looked at the tattoo on his lower arm, and that was the moment when realization hit me. The tattoo symbolized flames, which colours were red, green, and blue. How well I knew these flames... I looked up at his face to see his angelic smile. That smile, which cured millions of broken souls.

   This can't be true, yet it feels like it is. He is my father.

   The thought of the man I always looked up to being my father made me smile. I still couldn't believe my eyes.

   He's my dad.

   He then reached out to hold hands with my mom. They locked fingers, and they looked at each other with love in their eyes. He leaned over the bed to peck mom's lips.

   My heart was filled with joy, tears of happiness were rolling down my cheeks.

   Dad... I love you... Stay with me forever...

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Music:
Linkin Park - One More Light