Timeless

- Chapter 1 -

I once heard someone say that our reality was wrong and that our dreams are what are real, the truth so to speak, what if they were right? What if our dreams were indeed our truth? Would we look at things differently?

I knew I was dreaming, at least some part of me did, deep down somewhere in my unconscious mind knew that I was, yet a larger part of me made it all seem real, very real. I could feel the cool bitter air on my skin, sending a light wave of goosebumps over it along with a traveling shiver.

My vision seems to be blurred, yet at the same time it wasn't, I could see vibrant colors, a bright white light that pooled through the large room that I had found myself in, people scattered around me and I could make out their attire but nothing more..

Their faces seemed distorted, I could not make a single one out but I could hear their laughter and I knew, boy did I know they were laughing at me.

I could feel the skin on my cheeks burn from the inside, heating up and I knew that they were deepening a shade of crimson, trying my best to ignore it I pushed through the crowd that had enveloped around me.

The more into the room I seemed to go, the more people seemed to swarm around me. I was uneasy, my stomach twisted in knots within the pits of it and I all wanted to do was run away from this place.

I felt so vulnerable, alone and desperate to get out of her. Daring to look up, I caught glances of those blurred out faces and it caused my mouth to go dry.

How could I get out of this place? Would pinching myself work? I tried quickly as my gaze fell to the floor, my pinch didn't work.. I was still here.. wherever here was?

I wanted nothing more than to wake up, or at the very least get out of this situation. I kept walking, keeping my eyes down and surprisingly I didn't so much graze against another. Where they letting me pass them? I didn't want to peak again but for some reason, I had to, I felt this pull within my gut telling me to look up.

When I finally gave into the urge, I lifted my chin, my eyes were the last to lift, my gaze hovered for a moment, hesitant but who wouldn't be when they felt like I was? So small and alone, exposed and naked..

Then my eyes met the gaze of another, eyes locking and out of all those faces I could see this one clearly. The breath caught in the back of my throat and I could feel my stomach flutter with butterflies and my heart jitter for a moment before going full speed ahead.

Why was I seeing this one face so clearly when all the rest held no apparent features? Brown eyes bore into my own, there was a honey like glimmer in them, specs of amber with a dark ring around the otter iris.

I was still walking and towards those eyes.. Those eyes that had me in a trance belonged to a face, a face I could see with clarity.

My eyes reluctantly pulled from his gaze, the intense feeling of his trace was hard to break, but I had to, I had to see the rest of his face. First, they everted up, the thick dark eyebrows matched the shade of his dark hair.

It wasn't black, a dark brown? A few streaks of lighter color, which in this light was throwing me off a little, at least the slightest, either way it was dark and it was sitting without a kink in it.

My gaze averted from his hair and bypassed his eyes, fear that they would capture my own once again, I followed the curve of his nose, over the philtrum before following the curve of his lip, noticing the light stubble across his skin.

The way his face seemed to dip and curve, it was almost as though it had been chiseled in stone by a sculptor with such a talent, you could assume that sculptor was god himself. I had only glanced over his face and I knew he was perfection.