/Write a scene where a(n) OTP, who have never met each other in real life, meet either in the afterlife (heaven) or in a dream./
Post #2 : Queen Cliché is in the house
It's three in the morning where I live and I can't sleep; I had a baaaad dream. Maybe it was because of the horror movies I so stupidly watched alone the previous day or because I was re-reading the post before this that I dreamt of him. And don't act dumb, you know who he is.
It started out as a harmless dream, to be honest.
I think I was standing in some sort of a meadow, everywhere all I could see was green grass and wild daisies (how more cliché can I possibly get?) The sun was harsh on my skin but it didn't affect me or my mood. I was unbelievably happy for my personality and I lay down on the grass, again something which I wouldn't do in real life. I don't know how long did I lay like that because I felt at peace.
And then, in a heartbeat, the heat was gone and the sun was no longer pricking me. Instead a cold wind was blowing and I didn't like the feeling of it against my skin. I tried ignoring the sudden change in weather but I knew that there was something else that required my acknowledgement. Don't ask me how I knew that but I just did.
And wasn't I right? The instant I opened my eyes I found myself staring into a pair of chocolate brown eyes which were framed with tousled dirty blonde hair. For the love-sick fool that I am I could recognize that pair of orbs anywhere and although I never saw his entire face in the dream I knew that it was him. Creepy in'nit?
He smiled at me and gently raised me to my feet. He pushed a stray, shameless strand of hair of mine behind my ear (I need to stop reading Nicholas Sparks' from now on) and leaned in. And for someone who had been pinning down for this moment for so long I wasted no time in closing my eyes and puckering up. The coldness still hadn't left and I should've taken up on the clue but I was busy buzzing with the warmth that spread inside me. Damn you Nicholas Spark for clouding a girl's common logic.
But that wasn't what had me screaming awake to a spastic attack. No, it was the fact that when he hadn't yet kissed me I opened my eyes and he had an axe in his hands with its blade gleaming under some nonexistent source of light with a glint of sadism on his face. I think he whispered a 'Peek-a-boo, I gotchu' in my ear but I was too paralyzed to react. My mind raced with the thought of how I was going to die my death before I could even walk the ramp for my favourite designer and also of how correct were my friends' predictions.
It felt like a surreal pre-deja vu thingy. And pretty much like the smart ones you all are you must have guessed what happened ahead, luckily I woke up before it touched my neck. I know right? He went straight for the neck! For the love of God, necks were made for love bites, not axe marks!
I'm not sure if I'm that excited to meet him today as I previously was. But still, now that I got this out, I might as well catch up on some sleep before my mom wakes me up with her overly-cheery wake up routine.
Hopefully there'll be a next time,
Sama xx
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2 thoughts on Post #2 -
> @ikilledcupid: Aww, I hope you feel better now. All the best for today girl! Let us know what happens ^_^
>> @hoplessenuf: @ikilledcupid Thank you :) Sure will xx
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