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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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I HELD MY breath as I uncorked the glass bottle and handed it over to the man in front of me. His opinion of me was hardly flattering enough as it was —and he could conclude that I was insane after this.
It was evident that he had never taken a dream before, because his nose wrinkled in anticipation of an odour as he sniffed at the mouth of the bottle. Dreams did not actually smell or taste of anything. I still saw uncertainty in his eyes as he then lifted it to his lips, and took a long, even sip. I braced myself for the worst.
His eyes closed.
Not many customers took dreams while they were awake. And this one did not have a choice. I supposed that it looked like me when I was dreaming; the body immaculately still while the eyes moved rapidly back and forth beneath the eyelids.
I watched him dream with the same stillness; afraid that if I flinched even an inch it would upset some sort of balance in the universes —and my mind.
Again, that question prodded me. What was he to me? And in addition, what was I to him?
That dream could have been wistful, and not a vision. I could have seen what I might have desired —a relationship of some kind, that was horridly taboo and full of danger —and not some peer into the future.
What if...this was the worst thing I could have done? To have him know that a complete stranger had dreamt of him so intimately as though they knew him?
