Let Your Imagination Wild.

You may need to bare with the descriptions. I may have gone overboard.

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I had a dream.

Patches of dark purple and red stretched over the horizon, looming like a dark, foreboding cloud carrying the weight of the ocean. The entire landscape was carpeted with a thick layer of soft, yet crisp grass which rustled as the cool winds swept over with soothing ambience. I stood in the centre of it all, and I watched numerous shapes emerge from the dense, black grass. Daisies sprang from the loamy undergrowth, sparks of yellows and reds brightened the gloomy scene. The grass suddenly began to shoot up, their leaves brushing against me with quick fury. I could no longer see the tiny daisies that stood so desperately against the grass, and with a loud gush of wind, I was swept away.

The scene changed.

I fell into a large, red reclining chair, and for the first few moments, I just sat there, spinning around slowly, gazing and wondering about the sudden change of scene. The similar shroud of colours from the previous scene was familiar; and I could only make out a poorly lit room which faded into darkness. Beside my "thinking" chair, there was a rather large round dinner table, represented with a solid blotch of red, encircled by a brilliant purple rim. A thin, white vase with a single rose stood in the middle of the table, and a flicker of flame drew me to a candle beside it. As I watched the small flame attempt to reach the height of the rose, I saw a figure form from the blackness, walking towards the table, where another chair awaited her occupancy.

My best friend greeted me with a smile, and I found myself warmed by her soft, cheerful expression, despite the lack of heat that the candle's flame could simply not provide. I pushed myself to move out of my seat so that I could properly greet her, but to no avail was I able to move an inch, so I contented myself with rotating my chair around. After almost a full turn, I saw you. You entered through blackness, just as my best friend had, and stood lazily nearby the table. Your dark hair was fairly thick and messy, cropped just above your eyes, which gleamed that same shine that used to always warm my heart. The corners of your lips perked up to create the smallest smile, although the rest of your face remained composed, and expressionless. Your hands were fastened into your pockets, giving the slightest of hunches in your tall frame; your eyes scanned everything before you, watching me, watching my best friend.

You were just as I saw you, every day at school, but this time, you're a part of my dream. It's been a year since I've known you, and even though I accepted that we would never speak, I couldn't help but be thankful that you were there. And yet this fact, still, intrigued me further. What were you doing here? Why did I choose you to enter at this moment in time?

You took interest in my best friend, and engaged in light conversation with her. For a short moment, I watched on, disgruntled that you did not talk to me, or even take notice of me. However, as I had my eyes fixed on your enlightened face, I saw your eyes flit around, and suddenly you shot your eyes directly at me, and sent me the slimmest of smiles in the midst of your conversation with her. Your smile penetrated my heart in that moment, and I couldn't bare to look at you anymore. I closed my eyes and spun myself away from you while you continued to mumble incoherently with my best friend.

I opened my eyes to see that you were in front of me; we stood opposite each other, and my best friend was no longer there. You seemed taller than I'd thought, and a bent mirror beside us reflected it against the familiar dark background. I examined us in a bent mirror, squinting my eyes for a clearer view. You were over a head taller than me now; I could only reach your shoulder in height, but I knew the mirror was playing tricks on me. I cocked my head to the side in deep scrutiny, and eventually turned to face you. You caught me by surprise; you were exactly level with me, and your eyes shot into me. I hadn't realised that you were holding me so close to you, and I attempted to take a step back. My body didn't will me to, and neither did you.

My heart fluttered with every breath that you blew into my face. I smiled, and nodded my head towards you. You held your gaze, and I could not turn away; you leaned in closer to me, and I hesitated. You felt my body shudder, and you let out a soft chuckle, your chest bouncing ever so softly against mine. Your sudden breath felt hot against my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut in hope that my cheeks wouldn't turn pink. After a single second, I felt your nose graze against mine; once, twice, and I opened my eyes to see yours still fixed on me. Your brilliant white teeth shone against your cheeky smile, and your eyes darted from my left to my right, longing for my reaction.

And I woke up.

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Whacked. Took me the whole day to finish this; on and off. I told you I'd write a story, but I never said it was going to be any good. :)


LOL, Sarah.