Wonderful.

~('')~ The Calling ~('')~

A locust flees at the space ahead of me. Its white web wings flutter just before Ben's room.

I step closer to observe more, but the fly swiftly disappears, out to the hole in the window.

I can also see its about to turn dark, the clouds stirring away to form the endless black sky.

Flashes pass and I decide to resume in opening the thick heavy varnished door, with the family crest at its plaque part. It also displays dad's name which is Ben Wonderly.

My fingers accumulate the handle as a clicking follows with a swiping sound of two wooden surfaces at friction.

It's again his room and I begin to look for the phone.

In the second I walk in, a cluster of heavy force covers me and its gravity trying to pull me down the ground.

The drowsy feeling emits at the void in my head, and the action to collapse is a move I'm about to make.

The strength of this instance is gradual.

Its prominence enough to make me fall,

Asleep.

~('')~ Another Dream ( Part 2 )

Strong, lumps of his chest is where I find my hands touching, at the occasion I open my eyes.

The same place, same bed. It all happens again.

Only this time, it's me who drives him. My fingers becomes the material drivers he respond to.

The fuel in my heart eventually sparks up the temptation to maintain myself this way - at clogging myself more nearer to the ghost's presence.

No depth in the way I'm close with him.

But I don't understand. Does he speaks a foreign language to have me under his will, for me to make a motion pleasing him as if I'm drugged.

The longing that burns deep within me isn't a feeling I make my own. It's his own doing that I come to, just follow.

But against my will.

"Enough with your thoughts and just do what your head tells you."
"I have no idea why I'm here with you."
"You create this. It's your own territory of yourself, and me, the monster in it."

His lips curl a smile, his eyes at rage with the passion I see through. I want to say a lot of words that remains unsaid at the tip of my tongue, to speak the expression that he looks to be preventing.

"Let me talk, from my own perception and you prove it's my own realm I lie on."
"Aren't you talking?"

The taunt in his voice pulls me in, the outburst to just let myself withdraw to his grasp.

I have to fight myself in order to conquer my freedom back. The freedom his devilish enticing repels.

"Please let me go."
"Is that the answer you give me after I let you speak?"
"But I thought."
"I'm just giving you humor."
"Well I still have to-"

The shattering, sound, breaks in, an emotion running on my skin knocking me out.

8.00 pm - Return to Reality

A powerful force blows my head and I refigure to my vivid self. I seem to have been asleep but with a dream I still don't remember.

My legs try to stand, wedging to the table beside me. I look at the floor where I fixate my body, and is surprised to have it realize I took my slumber on the ground.