Novel & Cerita Dream When He Was Fat

He ran his fingers and a smile appeared on his face while the wolf shifted back to her human form. The face of the woman was blurry and he could feel his heart racing. The next second, he sat up taking deep breath. It took him few seconds to realize that he was watching a dream. He burried his face between his palms rather embarrassed. "Ron, what's wrong with you? Stop acting like a teenage. How can you dream about someone whom you never met? It's so embarrassing." He fell on his back as he cringed over his dream. He was not a teenager but a mature man who never even flirt with anyone but now he was dreaming about the forbidden fruit.

fuçk, this sweetness is just too much, aren't I gonna suffer from diabetes soon? "So...do you have a dream mate?" he asked again. "Well, I never thought of how my mate would look like, or what I expect him to do for me because I didn't care" I said. "That's..." "But" I cut him off. "I think I suddenly have a dream mate now" "Ok....?" "Well, you're everything I expect my mate would be, not your snobbishness though -just your hight, your handsome face, your abs and your aura"

Jason chimed in with a teasing tone, "seems like you had quite the adventurous dream! Big boobs and a bountiful booty, huh? You must have been having the time of your life!" Damian, still trying to shake off the confusion, managed a sheepish grin. "Wait! It was a Dream?, well, dreams can be wild, right? But seriously, where are we and why am I naked?" Jason continued to tease, unable to contain his laughter. "Oh, you're in for a treat, my friend! Looks like you had a sleepwalking escapade. And as for the clothes, well, let's just say your transformation was a tad too rough on them."

Is that guy going to save me? He was a bit of a practical person and dream was kind of artificial to him sometimes. But it wasn’t that he hated dream in general. There are certain dreams that are just ridiculous. Dream is called as ‘flower of slumber’ after all, as it was a form of imagination for people that was already stressed out in their wake. But there were also dreams that predict the future, and he was leaning on this one for the dream he had last night. Besides, the guy did say about escaping. So it wouldn’t hurt to trust—oh who was he kidding? It wasn’t trust, it was hope.

He scoffed and again rolled my eyes, I'm sure that at the end of the day, I won't feel my eyes. "Alright do whatever you want." I sighed, he was heavy. "You're so fat." I yelled I can't do this anymore. "Excuse me?!" He shouted with his eyes half asleep and hold a hand on his heart as I hurt him. "I'm not fat, I'm..." He said trying to find the word. "Rock?" I asked. "Exactly!" "Just because you have tattoos doesn't mean you are him." I said annoyed. He lets a sad whimper from his mouth, his head down, pouting lightly.

Half the time when he comes, there’s not enough to fill a thimble, much less coat nearly every square inch of my body. But I blamed him anyway. He was still asleep, so I smacked him and asked what the hell he had done. “I didn’t do anything,” he said, not looking at me and seeing the shape I was in. “I had the weirdest dream, though...” “Leprechauns?” I asked. He sat up, turned, and looked at me, his eyes getting wider as he tried to speak but couldn’t. “I don’t think it was a dream,” I said, speaking the truth that had been there, in the back of my mind, since before I “woke up.”

“You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was it about a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage all at once?” I chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in my sleep.” He glances over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely you could get compensation somehow.” “Exactly. My subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t hide.

My face contorted into a frown and his smile froze on his face. "So what? Are you trying to say I'm easy? Or wasn't enough for you? I'm too fat right?" Light creases formed his forehead and his lips slowly thinned. He lowered himself to the bed and took my hands in his. "You're not easy, and you were more than enough for me. As for being fat? I don't mind. I love the fleshy and plump Dana, and I prefer her to the thin one who looked malnourished," he said with a smirk and I gave him a slap at the back of his head.

“Too late. About the abs thing? Noted. I’ll walk around shirtless more often.” She threw a pillow at me. I caught it—and grinned like the man who just got dream-married in his sleep. I didn’t doubt what he said. Honestly, almost every other night, I dreamed of a life with him, matching pajamas, weekend pancakes, maybe a golden retriever named Toast. But his take on love? He acted like it was a scam cooked up by greeting card companies. And yet, there I was naming our imaginary kids and practicing his last name with mine like I wasn’t knee-deep in delulu land.🤣🤣🤣