Chapter 2: The Dreamer

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

(c) Oscar Wilde

Rosé Amelia Meranda's POV

I found myself in a room where there's an atmosphere of masculinity. Patterned red bricks wall, a Monster Energy Kawasaki hang in one of the corner, a vintage couch and a vintage television on its pixelated movies.

I found my sisters busy cuddling with guys. Lez was cuddling in the sofa watching television, while Chona and a man were busy cuddling in the motorcycles. I smiled at the scene. Feeling entirely out of place, I decided to go out.

I walked out and found myseld in an open space, hearing genuine laughter. I take a step and made my way to where the laughter came from.

The children were playing enthusiastically in the basketball court. They were laughing, running, snatching the ball, dribbling and shooting it to the ring. And she saw genuine smiles from the little girls watching them playing.

I looked at them and it melts my heart seeing them so happy. I always loved listening to children's laugh, and happy talked. I just looked at them ans saw a man wearing a white long sleeve folded into three-fourth and showed her a full-bright smile that meltdowns my heart. He waved at me, and I feel my heart full. I watched them, and I found contentment with what is happening around.

"This is such a wonderful sight to watched," I thought as I take another steps towards a long table with foods displayed.

Out of humanity, I decided to take my place between the walls and the table and takes control with the distribution.

"I have never seen him like that before," a woman wearing a green dress told me as she walked towards me and smiled.

I smiled at him, feeling proud of the compliment there giving me.

"Mom, why don't you have some of the foods?, " I offered to the couple at their late 50's.

Amazed. I feel in awe calling the woman "mom". Perhaps I have been a good woman afterall.

"We're fine. Were just thankful that you come into our lives," the woman smiled at me.

I she smiled back. I feel euphoric with the words that was spoken to hear. T feels like I was a prayer they were waiting for.

"Hey guys!" I called the attention of the man and kids playing at the basketball court. "Want some snacks?" I asked.

The man smiled and walked towards to me with a wonderful smile and landed a kiss in my forehead.

"Thank you!," he said in awe. "Thank you for coming into my life," he whispered that made me smile back in awe.

I closed my eyes as another kiss landed on my forehead, and woke up into reality.

I wasn't sure how long I've been awake or what had passed. I seemed to have been conscious for hours, lying sluggishly in a kind of enchantment. Staring at the white ornamented ceiling with its moulding in a swirly curves.

I rolled into the empty sides of my bed and shut my eyes forcefully, but the unsettling beat of my heart didn't fade away. She finally got up, sat on the edge of her bed, waiting to recover.

I sidled over to the window, peaking over an inch opened window shutter hoping to see the sun to come out. But I fail. I looked at the clock at my side table, and found out that its just three o'clock.

I decided to lurked in the kitchen, make my own black coffee, and take a sit in the swing located at the balcony of my family's cabin watching the lights dancing from a far. The sounds of the crickets underneath the stars and the fireflies flying all over the place were so calming. The cold swift of the wind were caressing my skin under the sheets of patterm cotton blanket. The heat from the mug of my coffee warmth my hands.

Things were running down my head. Many questions were asked. I even wonder what causes the unsettling beat of my heart? I thought, was it because of too much consumption of coffee? And if so, I already lessen the consumption of caffeine for the past few years though she owns a coffee shop in the city. I even switch to organic coffee with my own rice coffee. From three cups a day of consumption, I switched to three cups per two week and just choose tea instead.

Or is it because, something terrible might happen?, my eyes goes wide. I hopes not. Or was she overthinking? But all things were already settled so that I won't overthink. I already had my major work considerations put into schedule. All the preparations were listed so that I won't forgot even a thing.

As an architect, I spend most of my time being a full-time supervision staff of the firm at the jobsite. Making sure that the Contractor complies with the plans, specifications, and other documents. Also, I have to assure that the workmanship of the project were in accordance. That's why I need to put everything in schedule, and in consideration.

When was the last time I had a time just for myself? Yes, I usually went home once in a month but it will only be for about thirty six hours. I then realized, when was the last moment I felt relieved? When was the last time I had a fulfilling activity? When was the last time I felt ecstatic? When? When?

And then an idea stryck me.

What about I take a break from all the works? Perhaps, a travel at a modest solemn place. A place where I can be alone, and found the inner peace I've been searching for. Or what about I will treat myself alone in a familiar places: into a beach where I have been.

I wanted to watch movies all alone, where I can have my own popcorn and cry while the war movie is at its climax. The introvert inside me were speaking. I wanted to have a fancy lunch or dinner at a fancy restaurant taking every bite at its fullest. I wanted to soak my body into the water and just enjoy some four season drinks all alone in familiar place, all of this were running down my head.

"There's only one way to make it through this time," I thought as I take a sip from my coffee.

I picked the pen up and open my A4 size notebook that was in the table before I got to bed earlier and start write.

I read the piece all over again until I find peace. This dream has been hunting me again for after more than fifteen years now, and I just can't help myself from hoping, wishing, waiting, and looking for the man that shows me contentment through dreams.

Such dream even has sequences before. First, I know the guy's name. It was Gian. How? Before my dream ended, I uttered the man's name. And I know, he is the man I've been calling for. Its an instinct.

Second, I dream of the man's last name but, I just remembers the first letter of it and the rest is debatable. It was through a separate dream wherein I played as a girlfriend of an amazing ball player. But I know, that those two dreams were talking about one person.

I watched the light dances, letting the thought swallow me into the worlds of daydreamers land.

"How wonderful it will be, dreaming of someone you don't know but you have fall into. How every second turns into something magical. How every trial becomes strength. And how the moment stops when you finally found each other," I thought.

I knew he's around somewhere. Preparing for what might lies ahead. Preparing to be the man I needs as I prepare to be the woman he needs. His name giving every piece of me, a hope of making dreams come true and a key to finding peace.

He's name was Gian V. But, would I still believe in this type of dreams when this happens during my dreamy years? Specifically, when I was in my 6th Grade. Would I keep on searching for him in this world that has plenty of Gian with V ? Even before I dreamt of him, this world has thousands of Gian.

What if he doesn't even exist?, my thought said. What if he was just a lucid dream created by a teenage fantasy? What if he was just created by my subconscious as what psychology says.

Is she ready to open her heart to someone who's willing to be with her? Or is she's taking this whole thing for herself?

"Oh God! Give me a sign," Rosé sighed." Would I hold in my dream of him for me? Or would I set myself free?" Rosé prayed.

Dreaming has always been a part of every human's life but to me, it is not just a creation of mind but a destiny of two hearts tied together. A woman who always believes that fairy-tale do exists if you just believed in them, but will I still believes in them?

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