The Secret Boy

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Macy is what her neighborhood calls a dream looker, she tends to space out at random times or sleeps for long periods of time. Her mother has no concern for Macy's dreams, she actually enjoys her daughters stories.
Macy only thinks of them as everyday dreams just a normal thing except the fact that every dream feels more real.
Her mother once told her to be careful because its not real but can feel like it at times, its passed down through the family but her mother never dreamed.

Macy headed to her room after taking a steamy bath and makes her way to her pillow pill on the bed. Slamming her body down she slowly fell asleep to the cloud like feeling of her pillows.
She soon was fast asleep before 7 o'clock.

She started dreaming a real like dream ones like before but this felt real.

"Oh my everything is beautiful." i said as i looked around at the trees and flowers that were laid out all around me like in a movie. I went to smell the roses when i heard something from behind me. "Don't pick my flowers!" it said low like. I turned to nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I was turned around quickly only to face a man with bright red hair, like a freshly bloomed rose. His eyes sparkled and changed slightly from blue to hazel back and forth. "H-hello sir-" i spoke startled.
"Don't pick my flowers." he said as he faded into the rose bush. Who, what was he? As i tried to follow him everything slowly started disappearing as i tried to see where he was going, but to bad the dream was shredding away like paper.

As Macy woke up to what was going on she sat up and looked at her was feeling like that dream felt oh to real to be a dream it felt like life. She shivered as if she actually felt his hand touch her.

She looked over only seeing that it was just a bit past midnight, so she headed back to sleep. The rest of the night she didn't dream, she could actually barely sleep at night. She moved and shifted and grumbled in frustration trying hard to go back to sleep but she couldn't, in fact she couldn't stop thinking about the man she saw in her dream, he seemed flawless. To flawless actually as well as to real.

The morning arrived yet Macy still did not get much sleep since her mind was wide awake searching for answers anywhere and everywhere. She looked out the window only to see a freshly bloomed rose on the bush. Just one, one singular rose. 🌹

She grabbed a glass and filled it with ice cold water and drunk it walking away from the window avoiding contact with the rose. She became afraid and worried that something was connected from her dream and real life if even possible. Macy was a sweet girl but quite shy and very sweet, she never ever broke her promises.