Pov. Dream
I saw George liked nuns. At first I thought I'd move them with a drone, but the flowers would wither on the way to him. If he had planted them himself, they probably wouldn't have grown. but I had a similar idea with flowers, I wanted to do it already so that I can send it to George as soon as possible. But I promised him that I would go to sleep for a few hours. But falling asleep without George's voice, smell and warmth was harder than it seemed ...
Pov. George
dream promised me he would go to sleep. I tried to trust him, and I succeeded in part. Then I stopped thinking about it. Before I bought something for Dream, I did other things. I was drawing simple drawings, trying to write a poem or something like that, lying on the bed for a while and staring at the ceiling.
Eventually, however, I had to leave the house. Finally, I didn't have to hide so that someone watching me wouldn't recognize me. Stopping time had its pros and cons. the downside was there was no one else but me and Dream. I mean, there is no one else who has contact with the world. The upside was that I only had it to myself. But I couldn't meet him. I wanted it but couldn't.
On the plus side, we didn't have to pay anything so we could send ourselves some watches that cost either £ 1,000 or €. However, I wanted it to be something cheap, and something he would like. Something that will be with him for the rest of his life.
I knew what I liked Dream. It helped me choose a gift for him. I bought him notes with a smile. He reminded me of Dream. The notebook was green or yellow, but I think it was green. I was at least hoping for that. In addition to the notebook, I also bought the book "𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬", this book reminded me of Dream. I bought some more green things, I would buy them if I was sure they were green. These were some felt-tip pens, pens, cards, stickers, ribbons, paints, green pictures from the Internet. Everything was in different shades. Dark green, not a little black, to aquamarine shade. Finally, however, I wanted to buy rose seeds and a white pot. I bought everything I wanted. Now I have to do something of it.
honestly, I am not suitable for manual work, but Dream is aware of this, and I am also aware that it will take me a few days to do something that looks nice. I didn't want to waste any time and went to work.
Pov. Dream
by the time I woke up it was already 2pm, it was evening at George's. I had no contact with him all day, I felt a little bad about it, but still he said that I should rest and go to sleep. I didn't want to call him because I didn't know what he was doing, whenever I don't want to call him, I just write. But the thought that I had to make a present for him held me back.
I figured he would make his hand in concrete like parents do to their children when they are little. I also wanted to buy a white frame with a thick frame at the bottom so that I could draw two dandelions inside and two dandelions on the sides. I wanted to draw them with watercolor ambulances so I had to buy them too.
I completely did not know how to reflect my hand in a special establishment / shop that was adapted to it. I couldn't do it myself, I just didn't know how, I didn't want to use the internet. I just wanted me to do it 100%, it was something for George and I might even die for him.
I took a while to find some concrete or something that I need to impress my hand with. I prepared it all even longer. All I had was a mold, a packet of plaster and some water. however, it was not as easy as it seemed. Then I noticed that everything was written on the plaster package, but I had to accept the fact that I had to read a bit.
The total work took me about 4 hours, and the entire plaster had to dry out. it was evening and I had to buy a frame and some crayons. I'm not for manual work, but George knew it.
When I bought everything it was 20 so I went to check if the plaster was dry and everything was fine. to check if everything is fine with the plaster, I drew a small heart with a stick. The plaster was still a little wet and I was all dirty. I took the frame and the spirochetes with me and went home to have a bath. I also thought George had time and called him.
He did not pick up.
maybe his phone just went dead? Maybe he didn't have time? Maybe he has already gone to sleep and turned off the phone for the night? Maybe he had had enough of me ... He spent a lot of time with me ... Too much and only with me ...
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Is 763 words enough?
I do not want to write here so I will say that now I will try to write longer chapters