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Michael Donner has always had vivid dreams, beautiful dreams, he can see things everywhere. The young boy had always been imaginative as well, his imaginary friend who had always been there with him, in his mind and carried him safely through a rocky childhood without too many scars. Though one day, he woke to find his imagination had gone wild, and brought her into the world, and soon, other, less nice things. Now he has to care for her, a too young girl who knows nothing about being human, as well as the things popping from his mind.
Michael woke up slowly, his arms wrapped around something warm, soft. He squeezed it closer to himself and inhaled, knowing the smell from his own mind, he smiled, thinking he was still dreaming. His hands moved slowly, searching out hers, before he realized he was touching her bare skin and blushed. He'd never dreamed about his friend this way before, it kind of embarrassed him. Before she shifted and he felt her brush more against him, realizing it wasn't a dream.
His eyes shot open and he saw the small figured curled against his chest, his heart pounding, and he slowly moved away from her, before falling out of bed and staring at the girl who shouldn't, didn't, exist, lying in his bed.
 Samurai Angelus · Tue Jan 11, 2011 @ 12:22am · 2 Comments |
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