[ WP ] When you turned 18 , you discovered that you could telepathically communicate with a girl through your dreams , but forget about the details of the conversations you had that night . One day , the conversations suddenly stop .

**Part 1, sleeping before continuing/editing** 
 
 Another tough day slowly crawls to an end. Sleep couldn ’ t come any faster. Not bothering to clean up the piles of homework I ’ ve barely managed to complete, I flop down on my bed, and close my eyes. No good. The caffeine should have worn off by now, but still, I can ’ t seem to fall asleep. I toss and turn for a while, and check the time. Toss and turn again. Oh well. Might as well resort to the good old strategy of counting sheep against the backdrop of my peeling white ceiling. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep… Hey, it ’ s working. The world around me finally begins to morph into black. Peace, at last. 
 
 “ Hello? Is anyone there? ” 
 
 Who said that? Why would anyone want to wake me up just as I was about to fall into a deep sleep for the first time in ages. I slowly help myself up and open my eyes. The surrounding white light almost blinds me, and I recoil. Where am I? Is this a dream? This feels way too real to be just a dream. Just then, I spot another figure moving from the corner of my eye. I stand up, wearily, and begin to slowly make my way towards the figure. It was a girl, I think. She was wearing a white dress, white enough to almost blend her into the surroundings, if not for her stunning jet black hair. 
 
 “ Hey! ” I shouted. “ I ’ m over here! ” She turned around to look at me, and in that moment, our eyes locked. It was just for a moment, but for some reason, the way her eyes glistened amidst this strange environment was enough to make my heart skip a beat. How ridiculous, am I getting flustered from an imaginary character in my mind? I almost laughed out loud at my sheer stupidity. This was just a really weird dream after all, right? 
 
 “ Oh, nice to meet you. ” She replied, waving back. “ What's your name? ” 
 
 “ Isaac. You? ” 
 
 “ I ’ m Naomi ”, she said with a smile. “ Do you know what ’ s going on right now? ” 
 
 Did I? I was pretty sure that this was just a dream that my lonely mind had created just to taunt myself, or was it something more than that? I guess I want it to be more than that, because even if she was just a figment of my imagination, my imagination must have done a really good job designing her, and giving me the opportunity to talk to her. 
 
 “ Not really. To be honest, I ’ m still pretty certain that this is all just some kind of weird dream ” I laughed. 
 
 “ Me too, but then again if it is just a dream, why not make it an enjoyable one? ” she giggled. I felt my cheeks grow red and looked down at the floor as I gave an awkward laugh back, hoping to disguise my flustered face. A few seconds pass, silently. I guess I ’ ve been staring at the floor for too long now, so I look back up. She had slowly inched towards me until she was pressed up next to me. I took a step back. 
 
 “ W-what are you doing? ” I barely manage to stutter, but she just winked at me and smiled, and got even closer to me. I finally realized what she was doing, and gave up trying to distance myself from her. Why was she trying to get close to me though? We literally just met for the first time. Maybe it was a dream after all, and my brain was just taunting my lack of real life success with a joke of a fantasy. Before I knew it, she ’ d gotten herself pressed up against me. I could feel the warmth of her breath tickle against the hairs on my skin. My heart felt like it would leap outside the enclosing body. I looked down at her face. I hadn ’ t noticed this before, but she was actually quite a bit shorter than me. She still looked around my age though, which was good so I didn ’ t feel even more awkward. Who knows what I might have done with someone even younger than myself. That ’ d be weird, I thought. 
 
 For the first time, her face showed a flash of hesitation. Maybe she just finally grasped the magnitude of what she was trying to do. Thinking about it now, I realize I myself don ’ t exactly know what she might do next. Will she go in for the kiss on the random stranger she just met? Is she going in for a slap on my cheek to snap me back to reality? Is this just an elaborate setup, to lead me into a false sense of comfort before reminding and taunting me of my actual lack of companionship? She gulped. I did too. Then, it happened. She reached out her hand towards my face, and gently caressed my cheek, before closing her eyes and narrowing the distance between us. I had no idea what to do as I had not done anything quite like this before, so I closed my eyes too and just hoped for the best… 
 
 Beep. The alarm went off. A wave of disappointment washed over me. I wonder why, but after thinking for a while, I have no clue. I notice my mouth hanging slightly ajar, and found my throat extremely dry. Water. I needed water. I helped myself up and walked over to the kitchen. Thirst quenched, I make my way back to the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. Sweat. There were drops of sweat all over my forehead. Was it a bad dream? No, it couldn ’ t have been, because I didn ’ t wake up with a start. I didn ’ t even remember experiencing anything that I would consider'bad'. Instead, it was more of a… pleasant feeling? What kind of dream was that? All I remember is feeling a bit disappointed, but glad at the same time. Ah well, it was just a dream anyways. No point in trying to remember something irrelevant like what happened in a dream when there were way more important topics like exams to worry about. Time to clear these random thoughts from my mind, and focus on studying. 
 
 “ Hey, are you there? ” A distant voice called. “ Hello? ” I blinked. Something about that voice was quite familiar. Familiar? I blink again. The surrounding white light almost blinds me, and I recoil. Where am I? Is this a dream? This feels way too real to be just a dream. I spot a girl leaning towards me with a concerned look on her face. “ Took you long enough to wake up, huh ”, she sighed. 
 
 “ Who even are you? ” 
 
 “ Oh right, my name is Naomi. What's yours? ” 
 
 Naomi. Naomi. There was something about that name, but I just couldn ’ t place my finger on it. It felt like I had heard it before, somewhere, but I don ’ t remember being friends with anyone named Naomi. Her head tilted inquisitively. Oh, that's right, I still haven ’ t answered her. 
 
 “ Isaac. My name is Isaac. ” 
 
 “ Nice to meet you! ” She smiled. A strange sense of deja vu lapsed upon me. This all felt way too familiar for some reason. I struggle to think of something else, something interesting to say to keep the conversation going. “ How ’ s it going? ” she asked. 
 
 “ Fine, I guess. ” I sigh, and she looks on, concerned. “ There has just been so much work to do recently, and the exams are coming up soon. ” 
 
 “ I see. My exams are coming up soon too, so I know exactly how you feel. ” I stare at her. She seems to be a little shorter than me, but she looks about the same age as me. My eyes seem fixated on her lips for some reason, but I manage to pull my gaze away from her mouth. Now they seem to be fixed on her eyes. Sigh. 
 
 “ Oh, is that so? Good luck with your exams. ” I say, after a while. 
 
 “ Thanks, you too! ” 
 
 She sits down against the white backdrop, and following her example, I sit myself down next to her as well. I can ’ t seem to find anything of value to say, so I just remain silent and look off into the distance. Suddenly, I feel hair brush against my face. I smile to myself, as I notice that she has fallen asleep, leaning slightly against my shoulder. I adjust my body position to better accommodate her and return to looking back into the distance. And occasionally glancing back at her eyes. And mouth. And how her body rises, then falls, with every gentle breath she takes. And how at ease she seems, with a small smile on the edges of her lips. And… 
 
 Beep. The alarm went off. This time, I wake with a start. I remembered what I was dreaming about. I hurriedly rushed to find a scrap piece of paper to write on. A pen. I need a pen as well. Okay. So just what was I dreaming about? White. I remember bright, white light. That's a good start. What else can I remember? I tap my pencil against the table for a few seconds. A few seconds turn to a few minutes. Why can ’ t I remember? Why am I even trying so hard to remember the details of a dream I had anyways? 
 
 
 *to be continued*
