• In Which They Dream •
People say you dream about those things which you think about. Her thoughts were free to travel. But they usually decided to head up in his direction.
His arms were her asylum,
Her voice was his tranquilizer.
He was the sky...
" And then my soul saw you and it went like,'Oh there you are! I have been looking for you.''
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I kept my promise to myself and refused to sleep last night. I drank seven cups of coffee and read about 5 books all night.
When I got up to get ready for school today, every muscle of my body ached, but the pain was nothing compared to the emptiness of my heart.
I would be lying if I said I didn't miss dreaming. What I'm doing is definitely insane, but I can't let myself get hurt day by day with the thoughts and wishes of dream come true.
It's better to get hurt by my own choice rather than the dream's choice.
I showered for almost half an hour and scanned my closet for a perfect outfit.
Unlike some people, I try to dress up when I'm sad. I put some effort on those days, because at least my body feel confident when my heart doesn't.
A white dress caught my attention. Not any white dress but the dress which I wore in my third dream probably. Later, I bought it and had a coke fight, it is still in mint condition, after laundry of course.
A flashback of that dream came to my mind..
"I was wearing a sleeveless white dress, with thin spaghetti straps, that made me feel outcast yet beautiful to this colourful ambience.
I smiled as a butterfly sat on my bare shoulder. It was a tingling sensation which sent a giddily feeling up and down my body.
He smiled, towering from behind me. He bend down a little and blew out a breath making that butterfly leave my shoulder."
I quickly blinked back the tears forming in my eyes from his memories. I didn't want to cry now. It would hurt, a lot.
I grabbed the dress and pulled it over my head. It fitted me perfectly hugging every curve on the right places. I wore a black stocking underneath and a black half shrug over the dress to complete my look.
I brushed my hair until it was perfectly straight and dabbed some lipgloss on my lips.
I sighed looking at the mirror.
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