i met him in dreams (kylo x reader)

the boy in front of the sun

Exhaustion was weighing heavily on your limbs. After a full 3-11 shift, your feet were aching and your cheeks were sore from smiling at bitter customers. As soon as you were through the door, you pushed out of your sneakers and ripped your layers--coat, sweater, blouse-- over your head. You shut your bedroom door behind you, pausing to lock it so Prie, your sweet but overbearing roommate, couldn't accidentally barge in and witness your indecent sleep attire, or lack thereof. You crawled under the covers in only your underwear, pulling the thick cream comforter around you tightly, reveling in it's warm embrace. Only the dim glow of street lights pushed their way through the window, highlighting a perfect square onto your desk. Your eyelids were heavy, but you didn't resist their weight, you accepted the urge, and let sleep pull you in. 

He was undoubtedly handsome. Dark eyelashes and golden irises, a mane of raven waves dangling around him like a halo in front of the bright light. You wanted to reach out and trace the sharp line of his cheekbone where it jutted out among his freckles. His lips were plush and pouty, pillows of perfect pinkness, just begging to be caressed with your own. 

And he was sitting in front of you, so closely that you could see how wide and enchanting his pupils were, deep pits of blackness that were focused only on you. He was kneeling with his knees only inches away from your own, and you realized you were seated with your legs tucked beneath you. You were sure you hadn't seen this boy before. Not a boy--maybe he was a man. His age was difficult to predict. 

"Hello," you greeted him quietly, squinting at the sharp light peering around his figure. 

"Is it bright?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, scratching through his throat with perfect rumbling melody. You wanted to dance to the tune of it--certainly you could, it was so hypnotizing. His words seemed to echo around you, bouncing against the walls of your conscious, and you smiled at him fondly.

"Is what bright?" you inquired. 

"The sun."

You nodded slowly. You hadn't realized the blinding yellow projection was the sun, but you believed him without hesitation. Yes, it was the sun--you were sure of it. 

"Where are we?" you asked. 

"Somewhere nice."

"And who are you?" you prodded, searching for answers. 

"Someone."

"Can you give me your name?" you pleaded, attempting to push your eyelids farther from their squinting stance. 

"I don't have one."

"Can you make one?"

The man paused and sighed, jaw shifting slightly as he considered your request. His lips squirmed with the movement and you watched them, captivated by their plushness.