She Just Looks Like A Dream Novels & Stories

My heart beats with panic that could almost be heard, similar to the sound of a loud drum; one and two, louder and faster. Did I just see a ghost? I try to imagine what she looks like. Her almond shaped eyes, sharp nose and high cheekbone. Is she? I am certain she is the same woman I saw in my dreams last night. Who is she? What is her name? And why does this dream seem so real? I passed out. And what happens next, again I never know.

Tequila hoped and prayed that it was not all a mistake, that falling in love with him would be worth it. ~~~~~ "How do I look?" Dream asked as she turned around in her maid attire. Dream figured that she liked the attire, working in the palace meant that the attire for staff looked very good, and it was a special occasion after all, and so the dress looked even better on Dream. "You look very good Dream. Maybe you were born to be a lady in waiting," Aliyah joked and Dream smiled. "Maybe, if it meant that I would meet Amir and also fall in love with him, then I am good," Dream said and Aliyah sighed.

He consoled, giving her a reassuring smile. K beamed back and gave Jesse a kiss before sat up. "Alright, let's top off all this sappiness," she mocked, stood up and walked over to her iPod dock. She pressed shuffle play and the speakers started blasting off Dream a Little Dream of Me by Doris Day. She walked to her closet, stripped off her Pink Floyd shirt and denim pants. Jesse's breathing changed, seeing her down in her underwear.

Right? We sat in class and listened to Mr. P ramble about what we were going to be learning for the whole year, well they listened but I drifted off to my thoughts. 'How is it possible that one can think and remember a dream this much like it was reality. I mean don't they say the moment you wake up you had already forgotten half your dream. Damn! This is torture. Why do I dream of her though? She looks and sounds like Miss Johnson from my kindergarten school but an old version of her. Her eyes are exactly as hers but crescent black. Does anyone have eyes like that? Shiiit! That’s some stupid child fantasy, sounds even stupid to say it in my mind. Why is it that I could only see the outline

But I knew that that wasn’t something I could imagine. I couldn’t sleep well. I tried to make myself sleep but I just couldn’t. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours when sleep finally found me. The dream was weird. I was in a forest; I was standing on top of a garden bellow. I jumped down and landed on my feet. The walls were so high and the only way to go in and out was though two huge boulders and you’ll have to climb up the roots of the trees. A lake was near me and a huge tree was rooted near the wall. It was like a bowl. I turned to a figure in front of me. It was a woman. I staggered back. She had jet black hair that reached her shoulder blades and it was braided in a French br

That always reminded him of passion, sin, boundless love, and JANE. Her Auburn wavy hair splayed on the white sheet making her look like a dream. Her slim arms were resting on her chest obstructing her view. her chest rising and falling as she breathed. To him, she looked like an innocent angel while sleeping. Not like her general sassy, feisty one. Oh! How peacefully she was sleeping, pleasantly oblivious at the moment.

A smile found its way across his lips as he watched her stir and mutter in her sleep. What was she dreaming about now? He mused, still watching her. Her dreams, for some reasons, always ticked his fancy, especially the one where she sees herself, well, according to her, some woman that looked just like her holding hands with a beautuful man(note, in her words though). She never for once, acknowledged that she was the beautiful woman in the dream. He didn’t see the dream with her, but through her descriptions and many a tale, he was sure that she was the lady. She was beautiful as it was now; he wondered why she didn’t know it.

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

V. The sweet achy but sensational feeling felt all too real. This just can't be a dream... It can't be one of her silly dreams, she rolls closer to him and stared up at him saying "Is this one of my silly girl crush dreams, you aren't here aren't you"She whispers trying to hold back the tears slipping from her eyes. "I don't know why we're this close like this but so apart in real life"She whispers saying as she holds back her sobs.

it was practically sexy. She looked unreal in the sunlight, like something ripped out of my favorite dream. Her black hair glinted with this soft sheen, her face glowing without even trying. One blue eye sharp, the other milky and mysterious—it made her look like a character from another world. Mine, specifically. She didn't need makeup or filters. She was perfect raw. Untouchable. Except by me. "Good morning. How's your brother's keychain?" she said with that sly little smirk. She was teasing me. Teasing! Which had to mean we were closer now, right? Comfortable. Progress.