I never usually have dreams, and if I do, they are not things I remember, and some of them I try not to, but other dreams, like this one, make me feel something I never feel often. Just thinking about this dream gives me a warm, almost numb feeling in my chest that does not want to go away. I don't know if there is anyone who can relate to me but I also don't expect anyone to. Feelings are Feelings, I guess. The funny thing is, there wasn't much to dream about yesterday. It was a boring day that went by slowly. College orientation, food, binge watch YouTube until I eat more, and then I watch more YouTube until I put on Spotify to help me sleep. Again, a normal day. 

Once my eyes got tired of staying awake, we all know how that feels, I tossed and turned until I got comfortable and shut down for the night. The room was pitch-black and silent except for the quiet music streaming from my laptop, but, no sooner than my eyes closed, the lamp on my nightstand was turned on. Waking up, In front of me was Derek. His messy, raven-brown hair was just as it was, his potent Paraíba tourmaline eyes glistened just as the rare gemstones glisten in the light. (LOOK UP PARAIBA TOURMALINE AND CLICK IMAGES!) He didn't say a word as he lifted the crimson red blanket and curled himself on my bed right behind me. I didn't say a thing, and neither did he. I wondered why he came to me specifically. Was he scared, did he have a bad dream. I know I do, most of the time my dreams turn into nightmares. 

It goes from me murdering my family in an uncontrollable rage, to a flock of atomic missiles detonated all over the United States, one being only 5 miles away from where I lived. Not every one of my dreams involving bombs is the same, but it is generally the same concept. A nuclear weapon had detonated close to where I was. I remembered how I woke up after the last dream, my heart was beating violently as I looked outside. I was so shaken up when I heard a loud bump, proven to be my sister in the other room hitting the wall, that I actually believed it was a bomb, and my heart started to physically hurt. So, once again, I can see why someone would need support after a bad dream, especially if they are like mine. 

I turned around to so I could talk to Derek face-to-face. 

"Are you ok?" I yawned. 

There was a short pause until his arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer. My heart nearly skipped a beat at this point. It was unexpected, unrehearsed, new. I felt warm, calm, relaxed. 

"I'm fine. Never better." He perked a soft smile as he leaned in closer, pressing his lips on mine. 

That's when I woke up. 

Thank you to those of you who read this. I'm not the best writer, but I KNOW I want to remember the dream I had last night and I also haven't posted on this account for a while, considering the fact that I can't keep up with a LAMS series. Jeez, I need to scrap that and rewrite. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this short story, and I hope you have lovely dreams tonight. 

The Older Brother

(By The Way... If any of you think that Derek is in-fact Derek Shepard from abc's Grey's Anatomy,  you are wrong. You are far off. Get you heads out of television and go watch a musical. ;) This has been a PSA.)