Why did he go? He wondered.
Was he asleep?
No he didn't think so...
He pinched himself.
He was awake.
Right?
He looked around.
Where did he go wrong he questioned
Oh this man had a lost a friend somewhere along this bittersweet journey.
Oh how they stayed up all night oh if he only knew how to save a life...
Oh he could remember that night , the screams he could hear the screams begging his father to kill him , though he wasn't there.
Was he?
No...
No he wasn't.
The nation joining , the nation leaving again only for history to repeat again till history was no more.
He had lost a friend.
Maybe more.
The nation fought for
The nation that left
Now he had him again
It was not the same but neither was the last version of him.
He was perfect
He was great
He was funny
Then something happened
Suddenly he was ...
Different?
He was insane
He was about to blow it up
He had worked so hard for
He had fought so hard for
Now it was gone
All gone
Then he was
Happy?
He was almost not real
Not alive?
No
G*Org*
Didn't believe he was dead
I mean he was still there
Right?
It didn't matter
He was there and he wouldn't believe other wise.
Suddenly his vision went black , his conscience calling him , telling him to wake up yet not.
George woke up in a cold sweat.
Had he been asleep
Was his lover really dead?
It was dark
He looked around
Making out nothing
He got out of bed
He flicked the lights on
He saw his partner sleeping
He made sure he was breathing
He tried to go back to sleep
His mind open with thoughts.
Why did this Dream feel so Real , he felt like he fighting to survive ,
He felt like the other people were in it too despite the fact he knew them all yet it felt all a dream.
DreamSMP he called it.
——————-Welp this sucks and probably doesn't make sense , I haven't slept and will go through this in the morning——————————
—————I have no excuse anymore—————