Dream

I was in a dream.

That was my first thought, and I was aware of that. How odd, I was dead to the world, yet I can sense everything so clear and define... Was I really asleep?

It was so beautiful. I was in a meadow, which was darken by the shades of leaves. Yet, rays of sunlight penetrated through the spaces, lighting up the meadow and painted the flowers with colors. I was shocked and amazed, by this wonderful scene before me, but never surprise. 

I'd been through this dream so many times, till I lost count of them. Every glance felt like a new one, every touch was so sensitive beneath my delicate fingertips. I drew in a breath of wonder, and sat down quietly to wait for the normal routine in the dream.

I was in a white dress, so puffy and dreamy, hanging fitfully on every part of my body, clung onto every lines and angles. I smiled a little. At least I could afford to be pretty in my dreams, which I would never be in real life.

Let me enjoy this few moments, and I knew I would wake up in resignation and frustration, greeting another day with full grimace.

I expected everything in this dream, because I had replayed them over and over and over again whenever I was awake, hoping that I could stay in this dream forever...

I closed my eyes, and let my fingers wandered besides me, pulling and feeling the green, wet grass; smelling the wet but comfy smell in the air; and let feelings hit me like tides, till I couldn't bear; till I wasn't one anymore.

Without my sight, the other senses heighten as I continue to enjoy the beautiful without sight. Sunlight beat my eyelids, painting them a rich color of red. The end of my mouth curved into a resentful smile.

I heard footsteps coming my way, and my grin widen in pleasure. 

The footsteps stopped right in front of me, blocking the sunlight as my eyelids battered. 

I heard some whooshing sounds and a low thud, and I smelt his sweet smell, hitting my every senses, making me so blissful.

I opened my eyes slowing, tracing his every angles and every details, and saving his eyes for the last, knowing that I would lost my head over his smoldering, butter-scotch eyes. He was heartbreakingly beautiful, made my heart stopped for a while as I recovered my breathing slowly.

He suffocated me with himself. 

My eyes filled up as I scolded myself for losing every precious moment of this dream. I must appreciate everything now, since it would fade off just in the matter of seconds. 

He gave me a little smile, and I could hear my breath hitched. He pulled my hand and pressed it over his white shirt, just the spot where his heart lay, where I could feel his strong pulses under my palm. 

He was so warm, so real... yet, I still knew that this was just a dream. 

Who was he? Why did he appear in my dream? Was I insane? Did I lose my mind?

"Who are you?" I wanted to ask, but the question never ever came out of my throat. He never spoke in my dream, never. I was used to that, but how much I wished he would talk to me, so that I could at least pretended that he was real. 

But this time, he took me by surprised. His gaze was so gentle as they stared into mine with deep affections and intensity. I took an unstable breath.

"You'll know me, soon." His lips moved, and his voice was heavenly sweet, and so soft. I felt my jaw fell open. This was a first, and this was not the usual anymore. 

What had happened?

All of a sudden, everything was black, and he was gone. I was too shocked even to scream, though my mouth was wide open. I couldn't even suck in a breath of air. 

"Oh!" My eyes flew opened and the spinning fan greeted me with the whooshing sounds. Tears flooded my eyes and disappointment passed through my every uneven heartbeats. I tried to hold back the tears but the disappointment hurt so much, like a rusted knife twisting in my stomach, treating my intestines like spaghetti. 

I sat up and my head spun but I ignored both feelings and physical pains. I glanced at the clock and my eyes flew wide opened. 

"Shit." I cursed as I fumbled to get into the bathroom, thrusting my toothbrush into my mouth and grabbed my usual working suit. 

Damn, they're wrinkled and I was running out of time. I fumbled the cupboard for another while and decided it was all wasted efforts. I would go with the wrinkled suit now, since I didn't have a choice anymore. I crossed my fingers and hoped that boss was in a good mood today to forgive my lack of appearance, since he always claimed that appearance was everything.

I hurried my bedhead into a ponytail and try my very best to smooth out the wrinkles on my suit. No such luck. I sighed and grabbed my bag and rushed through the door and into the buzzing street. 

I ran headlong down the street, eventually ignoring every stares that bored into my back. I was really, really late. Why didn't my alarm rang? I usually was a very organized person, I wouldn't missed out such important detail, so vital for my job. I could lose it if I wasn't careful enough. 

Wait... I calmed myself down a little, as little question marks made their ways up my bird-nesting head. Wait a minute...

Then I flushed for my own ignorance, hoping that no one could read minds here. 

I was such a fool. Or maybe I was overwhelmed by the dream this morning, so I got lost the track of time today. Today was Saturday. No wonder the coffee shops were full of people in shorts and spaghetti straps. I flushed again for my own foolishness. 

Maybe I was in for a break. I smiled a little, and walked a little more down the sidewalk and turned into my favorite coffee shop. 

The coffee shop was buzzing and full of people. I got my usual seat by the window side so I could get the best view while enjoying my favorite coffee and my usual brownies. I was quite unusual for anyone, even the waiter said so, that I had brownies for breakfast instead of normal set of bread and coffee. But I was not a "normal" girl, and was not afraid of putting on weight. The only thing I concerned about--and thought about-- was that dream. 

The waiter didn't have to take my order since I was an old customer here and I never even once changed my orders. I didn't like changes, I thought. I was stubborn, as my mom always like to say that I was suffering from pigheadedness.

I smiled a little from the pleasant memories and the unusual scene from the dream completely took over my mind as I took a little bite of brownies and sipped a little of coffee. Hmm... Latte, my favorite. 

I stared out at the floor-length window absentmindedly, replaying the dream over and over again in my mind. 

He said I'll know him soon... what did that indicates? I frowned and took another bite accompanied by a sipped of the hot coffee. 

Then something caught my eyes and I felt my breath stopped altogether. 

It wasn't... was it...?

It wasn't the usual white shirt or that pair of loose, faded-blue jeans. No, he was wearing a long sleeved grey cotton shirt--which clung onto his every line so perfectly--and a pair of khakis pants. He walked through the sidewalk so quickly and took my every breath away.

I couldn't lose him. Not now.

I threw my bill on the table and rushed out the doors. I looked frantically for him as people passed me by like cliches. I blinked away the tears, surprised by my tenacity.

And there he was, standing in front of me like a statue. His eyes were full of shock, too, like mine as his jaw dropped open, the same way as mine did. 

I took a careful step forward, afraid that if I moved too roughly, he'd disappeared into thin air. I held my breath and reached out my fingers as he mimic my every movement.

We reached until out fingers twined, and I felt a piece of me brightened. My eyes were lit by amazement, and his in wonder. His eyes were the same shade of warm butter-scotch and my vision were interrupted by my tears of joy. 

"It's you." I whispered. "It's you."

"You know me?" His lips trembled as he regarded my expression. "You know me?"

"Yes." I nodded furiously and tears fell down like waterfalls. "I know you."

His smile was so glorious, he seemed like an angel from above, and now he was down to earth to meet me. 

Oh my, oh my.

"I know you, too," He pulled me closer and buried me into his chest. Even though it was the first time we ever met, we felt like we knew each others ages ago, probably in our dreams. "You're the one in my dream."

"You're in my dream, too." I cried into his chest, so grateful that fate had brought us together... so amazingly. 

"I thought I'd never meet you in life..." His breath hitched painfully." I'm so glad you're here."

" Me too." I murmured, wondering if this was another dream, because it's so painfully wonderful for me. I shook my head in disbelief. "You're here."

He pulled me in an arm's length, and looked at me closely. Then he planted a kiss on my forehead, and asked, "Why didn't once you told me your name in our dream?"

I liked how he said "our dream", it's like we're dreaming together. 

"You didn't tell me yours, either." I stared in amazement. 

"Christian." "Belle." We both said simultaneously, and laughter bubbled from our lips and the tears all fade into distance. 

"Glad to meet you." I smiled. 

"In person." He added, and held my hand so tight. "And I'll never let you go now. Regardless."

"Regardless." I agreed. And I followed him, to our future.

Whatever fate was doing, I hope it won't stop, because I wanted to spend this lifetime, just with him. 

Forever, not just in my dream. 

Our dream.