Darkness. Also known as sleep.
One of the only good things in life.
You never know what to feel in this state because, well, you can't exactly know anything in it.
As I awaken from it, or rather, go deeper into it, I find myself on a bed.
A bed that isn't mine.
I scream, which is natural for a pre-teen girl to do.
A 13-year old boy with green, spiky hair and a cyborg eye bursts through the doorway, his face looking awfully flustered.
"What? What is it?" he half asks, half screams in a panicky tone.
Right away, I recognize him.
Tim.
I fling my arms around his neck, unable to control myself.
He gently kisses my forehead.
I run my fingers through his hair as he picks me up and carries me bridal style to the bed I awoke from.
"Long time, no see." says Tim.
"There are seven seas, Tim. Go back to pre-school," I reply.
He grins and 'boops' my nose, trying to suggest the romance between the two of us.
"Enough of that jazz," I say, quoting my favorite Muppet.
I give him a playful 'Miss Piggy Karate Chop'.
He laughs, and body-slams me onto the bed. He plops himself, harder than intended, on top of me.
"Alright, enough fooling around. I've got questions," I say franticly, as a tint of pink sweeps over my entire face."
"And I've got answers," he says.
"Or..... we could always just have some fun," he suggests, a dirty grin on his face,
"Get a life, loser."
"I'm a comedian! I can't help it!"
"You liar."
"How am I a liar?"
"You said you were a comedian."
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Dreamworld
Aventura"Let me help you!" he cries. "No. This is real life, Tim, not Dreamworld." "Layla..." "What do you want?" I groan. "The portal's closing!" "I... love you." He's a Dreamer. I'm a human. This can't become a reality!
