Dreaming of You

"Hey Asshole! want to wake up yet?" I heard. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light as my vision came to focus. Jack was standing before my hotel bed.
"huh?" I asked, my head pounded, and my throat stung.
"It’s eight a.m. dude, we got to go" Jack said. His sideways smirk made me grin. I love the guy like I love my own family, waking up to him always makes me feel good.
"What happened last night?" I asked. Images of beer, naked women and glitter filled my mind.
"Well, since tomorrow is the last day of our tour we celebrated by going out on the town. We went to bars, strip clubs, even went to an arcade! we were all mind numbingly drunk at the arcade and Rian started crying because he thought the ghosts in Pac-man were real" Jack said. I studied the way his eyes went far away when he spoke of his memories.
"Ah, sounds like a great time! wish I could remember it" I said, I sat up and searched for my cellphone that was lost in the bedsheets.
"Dream about her again huh?" Jack asked, his cocky smile now playing on his lips in a 'I-know-I’m-right' kind of way.
"Dream of who?" I asked, locating my cellphone and opening the notepad app.
"Serenity, every time you dream about her you frantically search for your cell to write about it" Jack said. damn him and his all-knowing character
"I don't even know anymore Jack, I'm not sure if she is just some girl I created in my own mind that I can vent to about anything or that I have somehow fallen for a real girl I met at a show or what. I just know she’s in my head. It’s been awhile since I last dreamt of her, but I just did, and I just have this feeling that I can’t explain. It’s like I love her. Am I crazy? " I confessed.

I missed her truly, I’m not sure when this all started but I know it started with me dreaming of her. First, she was always in the background, I'd dream of doing a show and she would be back stage, or I’d dream of chilling with the guys and she would be sitting on the couch shyly. Then, after a bad fight with Jack I went to bed angry and she was in my dream just sitting in my living room on the couch looking surprised. I vented to her and she listened to every detail before giving me some advice. The advice worked, the more I dreamt of venting to her and the more I found out about her, the more I started to fall for her. Then, one day I just started to dream that we were on dates. From then on, I guess she’s my little dream girlfriend. Metaphorically and dream-physically.

"you're not crazy man, I've been dreaming of these three breasted girls that can bend in multiple ways since five-ever" Jack joked. he patted my knee.
"C'mon man, we have a long drive to Tennessee" he continued before getting up and leaving the room.

I wrote about my experience with Serenity in my notepad, kissed the phone slightly, then got out of bed. I wish I could see if she is real, or if she is just something that I desperately needed in my subconscious. Either way, I wanted her, but I had little time to think. I quickly got ready and packed my things from my room. When I was sliding on my hoodie my bracelet slid off. I cursed myself for almost losing it again before walking outside my room and tightening the bracelet on my wrist. I can’t tell you why, but this little Esty bracelet is my safe haven.

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