Novel & Cerita The Man In My Dreams

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

“In those dreams, these are what I see also. In the darkness, a woman is stretching her hand out, offering to rescue me from it all. I wake up trembling and the only thing I can do is paint the hope of salvation.” He pointed at one painting in particular which showed me standing at the top of a cliff with my hand stretched out to a man who was struggling to hold onto a stone outcropping to stop himself from falling completely over the cliff. The painting had sharp, dark lines and distortions. I wasn’t good at analyzing artworks, but Dad owned a lot of collections so being around the appraisers gave me a little idea. “And I’m the one you see?” I asked. He nodded, his eyes twinkling. “I’m not

He looked rugged, every of his actions having a sexual appeal and every word he said to me in his baritone makes me wanna beg him to pound me hard with his dick. When I woke up the next morning, I was panting softly and blinking repeatedly. "Oh, God" I puffed out air "Oh, God" What a dream! I knew I was being dramatic, but I just can't control myself from not acting weird. I glanced at my side, expecting to see Jason but the space beside me was empty. Where the fuck is the man in my dream? I scanned the room and found him standing near the expensive looking couch, dropping a bag on the seat.

“ Humans are precious and will always be. Sometimes we’re childish, sometimes we’re at fault, but most of the time we make everyone happy. “ I explained and tilted my head to accessed my gaze at the window. This is Ace' room and I know it because I once slept here. His fragrance, his aroma, his presence, all of them are just a primary fact about his beauty. He have this devilish side yet, it was as sexy as hell! But,---------no one will think that he’s actually not human. “ Making others happy doesn’t mean that you’ll be happy too. Nor feeling it for the rest of your life. “ As I said those words, the scene of my dream suddenly pops up in my head. The man of my dreams… Commonly, I always dre

The man was furious with me, how could a sexy dream be furious with me? I rolls my eyes and scoff “you are just a figment of my imagination, that I am dreaming about right now! I belong to no one!” The stranger looked at me with a devious smile. “Is that so?” he asks. Suddenly I was not completely sure how real this dream was!

I did not know who the man was who came to me in this dream, and I least expected it to be the one man I desired. But after giving up hope for Ross to return to me. Now, I didn't care as long as whoever the man was provided the stimulation needed for my sexual well-being. But now, my dreams are a mixture of fear and desire combined. In this morning's dream, I moaned tearfully in pain.

A deep, indescribable loneliness settled in my chest, though I still forced myself to comfort him. "Now that I'm like this… Are you going to find another man?" he asked nervously as he looked at me. I shook my head without hesitation. "I'm not leaving you." Henry smiled, but it looked strained, almost painful. For a split second, disappointment flickered through his eyes. Not long after that, he fell into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, stayed awake the entire night. The desire he had stirred up earlier still hadn't faded. My whole body burned hot beneath the blankets, and it felt like thousands of tiny insects were crawling beneath my skin, leaving me restless and unbearably on edge.

I kept on contemplating to myself, Elijah used the as an opportunity and grabbed Brooke forcefully to the front door. "Get out and never return?" He pulled the door open only to get drawn back by a familiar face at the doors opening. "You?" He says astonished. I turned around and walked to the door. "Hello son," a man said. I poked my head a little closer and almost dropped dead by the person I saw. His the man i keep seeing in my dreams, but who is he?, Why is he here?. The man turns and found me, he rose past Elijah and came to me.

As the coaster climbed toward the top, I opened my eyes and reached over for my girlfriend's hand. What I saw was her fingers laced through my best friend's. Her thumb moved slowly across the back of his hand. A signal. Steady. I've got you. "Avery, I'm scared," I said quietly. She didn't answer me. She only held on to him tighter. Avery has a hearing impairment. Her left ear doesn't pick things up clearly. But every time the three of us went anywhere, she kept him on her right, tilting her head up to catch him, answering every single thing he said. I stood on her left, and it was like standing on the other side of a galaxy. The coaster started down again, and I closed my eyes, and m