The Accalia Series
I fell asleep and ended up dreaming about him.
He was in what looked like a gym, working out, music in his ears. He wore a white t shirt and some blue basketball shorts. His black hair was tousled, probably from not being able to sleep. I wanted to touch him, but I could only watch. Even though he looked exactly like Xavier, I didn't see him as Xavier. I saw him as Atlas. My wolf called out to him once again and he stopped working out, turning around, looking directly at me. My eyes widened. I knew I was dreaming. As a dream walker, I have more control over knowing when I am dreaming and what I can do. My subconscious allows me do things that my heart most desires, so why am I here?
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