Cold

chapter one

Dream laid on his bed listening to the sound of the rain plummeting on his roof. Across his room his computer stood open, the bright screen being the only thing lighting up the room. George was just ending his stream, Dream closed his eyes and listened to the voice of his friend, happily saying goodbye to all the viewers.

Then, his voice cut out. Dream sighed. He opened his eyes to "this stream has ended" on the screen. Dream stood up. George was still in the discord, probably talking to Sapnap. At this point, Dream would normally join in and bother them both, but tonight he didn't feel like talking. Instead he shut down his computer and laid back in bed.

He pulled out his phone to see three new messages from George.

Where were you tonight?

I thought you were going to join the call.

Hello?

Dream ignored the text messages and decided to turn on some music. He hit the first album he saw and the song "Sweater Weather" came on. He had heard about this song years ago, but never actually listened to it. He allowed himself to close his eyes and listen to the song as he drifted to sleep.

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He woke up in an unfamiliar place. He was cold, which didn't happen often, being in Florida. He couldn't see anything, as if a black cloud was surrounding him. Even though he didn't know where he was, he felt safe and happy, something he hadn't felt very much recently.

Behind him he could hear a faint voice, too far away to recognize.

"Dream? Where did you go?"

He tried to reply, but he couldn't speak. Or move. It was like everything had just frozen.

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He woke up shivering. It was dark outside his window still, and the rain was pouring down even harder. He rolled over to check the time, but his phone was dead. Patches was asleep next to him, curled up in a tight ball. Dream came closer to her, hoping her body heat would warm him up.

He wanted to go back there, to know who was talking to him. Where he was. But he couldn't fall back asleep.

He laid there for what seemed like hours until eventually he decided to get up and take a shower to clear his mind. He carefully got up out of the bed, as to not wake Patches. Grabbing a towel, he made his way down the hallway to the bathroom. The floorboards of the older house squeaked with each step he made.

All he needed was a nice warm shower to rid him of the cold, and to clear his mind. After all, the dream probably meant nothing. Just a stupid old dream.

He stepped into the warm water, bringing a comforting feeling through his body. His chills were washed away, along with his worries. He felt like everything was gone. It was just him in the world, he didn't have to think. He wasn't stressed, or angry. He had no feeling at all. But at the same time, he wasn't happy. There was something missing, and being in this place, he felt no happiness. So why?