Pure Imagination- Short Logan Sanders fic

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Logan sat up, squinting at the bright, warm sun against his soft and pale skin. He looked around, finding himself in an enormous field with miles and miles of stunning, blooming flowers. However, nearby sat an ominous yet intriguing forest, the trees appeared to be made from a dark oak. Yet it was too far away to determine what type. But the leaves appeared to belong to those of a deciduous tree. He ran his fingers along the petals of one of the flowers. He plucked it from the earth, holding it ever so delicately. Regardless of how lightly he held it, it fell apart in his fingertips. Logan felt as if he knew what type they were but it never got off the tip of his tongue, the answer lurking around in his mouth somewhere. He didn't know where on Earth he was, but it was stunning. He slowly got up to his feet, looking around. He felt the wind blow through his hair. The breeze sounded as if it was whispering to him. He began to walk, the flowers that brushed against his legs released their petals. The breeze picked up the petals and carried them off. Logan watched in awe.

Logan shut his eyes, he took a deep breath, reopening his eyes to continue his adventure. Logan's eyes drifted to a dense forest, seeing a soft light glowing from within. He continued to walk, admiring the view. He couldn't help but allow a small smile to form on his lips. He stood at the edge of the forest, curious. Did it possess a purpose? Could something be lurking within it? He stepped forward. The soft movements could be heard, a few crunches as his black dress shoes stood on the loose sticks and rocks. After a few minutes of walking he was deep within the trees. He gawked at the sky, it had gotten dark suddenly. He hadn't seemed to notice how much time had passed. He gasped in amazement at what looked like galaxies lit up the sky. The stars shone brightly and he could see almost every single one. The darkness was densely populated by stars. He continued walking, his attention changing to the fairy lights and lamps hanging from the trees beautifully. He observed the stunning scenery. He felt something on his shoulders, like a weight. He paid no mind to the slight pressure from the invisible force and it soon disappeared.

A thought sat in the back of his head, trying to tell him something.. remind him of something.. but he couldn't quite string it together to formulate a proper sentence. A bright light shone further from within the trees. He walked under the fairy lights. He felt entranced by everything. Something proceeded to prod him from within the back of his mind, trying to alert him of something. But he couldn't work it out. So he kept walking. The side noticed a shut door standing by itself in a small clearing, the fairy lights had led him there. He placed his hand on the door knob, turning it. He turned his head, squinting at the sudden bright white light. The light dimmed and he looked through the door. A spacious, large, but quite cozy library sat in front of him. He stepped inside. Turning around to shut the door, only to notice the door had disappeared. He looked around. There were multiple floors of shelves filled to the brim with books. It was dimly lit, but littered with fairy lights.

It reminded him of a room..of someone.. The logical side didn't know what exactly it was or who it belonged to. He couldn't think of any specific person or memory. He knew he had previously felt stressed, but all of his worries had melted away and his mind felt blank, unable to pull up information. But he didn't mind, he was so enticed and intrigued by the endless amounts of new information he could possibly find in the library. He continued to wander around, unable to find a single person within the walls of the enormous and beautiful library. He felt as if he was looking for someone specific..but didn't know who. He ran his fingers along the shelves. He stopped, grabbing a book. The hardback cover was plain and dull with no information on it. He opened it. The words were blurry, he attempted to adjust his glasses but it did nothing. It was like the ink had been blurred by water, but..he inspected the pages. There were no signs of water damage as the pages were straight and didn't bubble or appear uneven in any way. He placed the book back in its respected location. He pulled out another, opening the pages. It had the same effect. Why was he unable to read the words? It sat on his tongue and the reason lingered deep within his mind, out of his grasp.