Lynne
I never expected to wake up in a place that wasn’t my room.
I went to bed on a waterbed with only the finest satin bed sheets, feather pillows and a solid gold bed stand in a room the size of a house. Then as I slept I got the sensation like I was falling. Plummeting from the sky. My stomach felt like it had retracted into my throat and suddenly a pain shot through my back as I hit the ground.
My eyes shot open wide, but I wasn’t met with the sight I usually saw after a night’s slumber. It was dark, and all I could see standing over me was a boy who looked to be around my age. The first thing I noticed was how stunningly attractive he was. Despite being covered in dirt, grime and blood my heart fluttered at the very sight of him.
He had bright flaming red hair and golden eyes, a crazy unnatural colour I had only ever seen in cartoons or anime. He was dressed in rags, with a large scar coming from his chin up to the middle of his cheek. His face looked chiseled and defined for a boy his age, yet soft enough to still resemble a usual teenager.
He was covered in sweat and gash wounds from head to toe. The boy seemed to have rather tan skin usually, but in this moment he was pale, black bags under his eyes as his weight shifted from leg to leg as if he would fall over at any moment. His body was toned and from where I was lying he looked rather tall.
He was so attractive that he was almost hard for me to look at. For a moment I had to remind myself not to get flustered. As my eyes shifted to regain my composure I felt a sharp, cold blade press against the skin from under my neck. My heart dropped as I froze, staring into the boy’s eyes. The red head’s gaze still gleamed with anger and pride despite his condition, the sword pressing just a bit harder against my neck.
“Give me everything you’ve got, rich boy.” The red headed boy snarled. His voice was hoarse but I could tell it was deep, the kind of voice I always found quite pleasing to listen to.
I reminded myself that I was still asleep. My unconscious mind must have created the boy of my dreams, I just couldn’t figure out why he was pointing a sword at my neck. Since I knew I was asleep, I figured it must be my first experience lucid dreaming. A state of mind where I know everything is a dream and I can control my own action.
My mind flooded with devious thoughts. If I couldn’t be with a guy in the real world, a dream world would be the next best thing. There were no worries, no questioning... Since I dreamed him up, he had to be gay too! It was only logical. So, I spoke with the confidence of any idiot who thought they were living in a dream.
“Damn, you’re cute.”
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