| Fan Fiction |
by Sunshine Drizzle
It’s always like this. Every time I fall asleep, the setting would be like heaven. I mean, literally like heaven. I’m standing in soft like white “clouds” while wearing a white dress. At first, I thought that I was dead. But I always wake up in the end so I got used to this dream. The place was soothing and calm. It became my remedy whenever my world crashes down. It was always the same dream, but the only difference was him.
Yes, HIM. HE was always there. I know nothing about him, except the fact that he’s always in my dream. We talk to each other much like normal people do. We talk about everything that we could think of and play like little kids. He seems so real, but that always change whenever I wake up. I even love him, even though he only exists in my dreams. My friends keep on telling me that I am insane… But what can I do, he’s the only one who made me feel this way?
Tonight, I am excited to sleep. I even told my mom that I feel sick. I skipped dinner and freshen up. I made sure that I have to be at my best look whenever I go to sleep. This night was no exception, I have to be pretty!
Of course, this is all for him.
I tucked myself under my blanket and shut my eyes as tight as I could. But the sand man didn’t come at my room this time… I couldn’t fall asleep!
I looked at my clock and it was only 6pm. I sighed really loud. How could anyone sleep this early? I am not even tired!
I sat up and leaned at the wall beside my bed. I tried to think of boring stuffs that out English teacher have taught us. That will surely make me sleepy. Her class was really boring!
Unfortunately, thinking wasn’t working. I end up looking at his pictures that I drew at my art class. I wasn’t a great artist, but my drawings were acceptable. It kind of looked like him.
I laughed at myself. Because of his portrait, I managed to pass my art class. I hate art. I hate drawing. But I didn’t hate drawing him. It even became my hobby. What amazed me is that I don’t even have his picture to copy while I’m drawing him. It all came from my memory.
I even knew his voice. The way he speaks, the sound, and the soothing tune whenever he sings… I know it all! I always ask him to sing whenever we meet in my dream, and he has the most beautiful voice that I ever heard. I even tried listening to various CDs. I wanted to know if I just heard that voice that’s why I keep on dreaming of that voice. But it was no use; his voice was authentic and rare. I mean, REALLY authentic and rare.
How I wish he was real! He’s my only love. I even rejected my suitors because I love him so much. I’m stupid, right? I fell in love with a dream.
But somehow, my heart keeps on telling me that he’s real. That is why I couldn’t give up. I have to find him. I believe we will meet. I just don’t know where or when.
My heart really tells me that he’s real. Uhg! I feel stupid! Send me to a rehab and get my mind straight!
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