WELCOME BACK MY BEACHES
QUICK NOTE
WHENEVER YOU SEE FONT THAT IS IN BOTH ITALICS AND BOLD ( 'like this' ), IT MEANS THAT 'IT' IS TALKING
DON'T WORRY YOU'LL UNDERSTAND LATER
SEE YOU AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
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You were dreaming.
It wasn't your usual type of dreaming- or maybe it was?
You never really remembered your dreams.
But if they were all like this, then maybe it was better that way.
You were floating.
Surrounded by comfortable purple mist, that was neither to hot nor to cold, you watched what may have been the sky above you.
Streaks of what looked like either frozen lightening or spiderwebs replaced the stars and moon, but somehow, you knew you were looking up.
Or maybe it was down?
As soon as you thought you knew what you were doing, it changed.
You weren't laying, you were standing.
You weren't standing, you were planking.
Headstand.
Laying on your side.
On your tippy toes.
Whatever you were doing, it was uncomfortable.
Then you felt it.
It was such a strange sensation..
Something you weren't used to...
It wasn't like your conscious...
It wasn't like you wanted to do something...
It was like you had to do something.
And It was telling you to wake up.
It started softly.
'______. Wake up.'
It spoke gently. It was so persuasive.
"But I want to sleep." You whined.
'It is time for you to wake.' It said lovingly.
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'Why is it so bright?' You wondered as you stared above you. Whatever it was, it was white. Very, very bright.
There was a hand on your neck. Warm. Supporting. "How do you feel?" Someone said.
You weakly traced the hand up to an arm, then a shoulder, than a face. Sebastian. Had he always looked so comfortable, so warm?
"I feel horrible." Your mouth was sandpapery, and your limbs seemed to burn.
"I know, I know. It'll get better." He said. "You look good."
"Um, thanks?"
"Not like that." He shook his head. "Your skin looks the proper colour... your eyes too. You look good."
"I always do." You said weakly.
"If we're going by how you normally look? Then you look like you just went dumpster diving."
"Oh, thanks Mister-Annoying-Pain-In-The-Butt-ler."
"Actually, I prefer 'Daddy'."
"In your dreams." You spat.
