treehouse

chapter 3.

I laid in my bed. Starring at the blank bare ceiling. I felt so weird. I didn't feel sad, just empty. And mostly confused. The morning sun crept through my blinds and highlighted points of my ceiling. I had the dream again last night. But it was even more different. I didn't know how to process this. Was it just my mind playing tricks? Or was this how I was truly feeling? Was I overreacting just a normal silly dream? Shut up thinking about it. It means nothing. It's just your imagination. I kept saying to myself as I started getting out of bed. I needed to carry on with my day and just move on. Laying and thinking about it is going to do nothing but make things even more confusing and worse.

I turned the handle and the water from the shower started streaming down. The harsh cold water made me slightly tense up as I stepped into the waterfall of water. I stood there looking at the continuously falling water coming from the countless holes in the showerhead and instantly went deep back into thought. No matter what I do, you find a way to come into my mind. My thoughts were filled with questions, theories, and conclusions to the dream. And mostly, about him.

I began to recite the dream to try and make sense of it. Surely it meant something. I wouldn't be reacting like this over anything, would I? I carried on with the endless questions as I replayed each moment of the dream in my mind.

It started like all the others. Being in the treehouse. Of course, it was the treehouse. The little boy wasn't there this time. But instead of being alone, there sat a man. But this wasn't a usual looking person. He had dirty blonde hair and looked like he was most likely in his 20s. The only issue was his face. It wasn't there. It looked like it was scribbled on. I couldn't make out any details apart from a small part of his green eyes. It couldn't be him. Could it? Surely not.

I felt it again. The same familiar sense. I felt like I was at peace again. Whoever this was, I felt safe with him. I couldn't help but let a smile creep out at the sight of this man. I felt like all my sorrow had suddenly vanished. I started to walk towards him. He turned around from looking at the window and looked at me directly into my eyes. I still couldn't see any of his facial features apart from his emerald eyes and yet I felt so comfortable with this stranger. But maybe he wasn't a stranger. I kept shaking the idea off and refused to believe that it could be him. He reached out and touched my hand. This one-touch made my heart gleam and body fill instantly with a sense of warmth. I have never felt this feeling before and all I wanted to do was stay with this person forever in this moment. My eyes started to well up a little from this adrenaline of happiness. And before I had time to react, he leaned forward and kissed me.

As I slowly pulled away, the scribble faded.

"Dream?"