Oh, Not Again!

An endless white veil of mist hiding the sinister lush canopy with creatures of the dark humming along the unending trail, he was running now. Thoughts riddled with panic consuming him further, he drew jagged breaths and kept running just to find more light of the darkness. There seemed no end to this nightmare and yet he knew that something or someone was coming for his rescue. Any minute now. He had this irrefutable belief in the pit of his stomach, it was simply a matter of time. And just like that, there it was, the break.

A dazzling bright light blinded him now encompassing the darkness. And alas, he stopped running, closed his eyes and bathed in its tranquil lull. Of course, this is what he was waiting for after all and he suddenly found that knowledge very astonishing now that he thought of it. However, this dilemma was for later, now he simply took a breather and savored the moment in finally having resumed all his senses. Oh, but wait! There isn't just this, it doesn't end here, there's something more, something else. He briskly opened his eyes and saw it. The same majestically angelic face with a pair of piercing beautiful amber colored eyes staring back at him, and once again his stomach fluttered, heart twitched, perhaps in yearning?

Caius woke up with a start. The same dream again.

'Oh, for the love of all that is holy, this has to stop!' he cried to himself.

This was the gazillionth time that he's had the same dream. It struck 7 and 30 on the clock. It was still very early for him to have woken up what with having one more month left of his summer break and for his college to start. He wanted to sleep more but thought better of it and got off the bed dragging himself to the bathroom. Once ready, he went back into the room and sat at his usual cozy place. Opening his journal, he started scribbling everything he could remember from the dream, another similar entry of yet another night had become a norm. Like his mother who was a commercial artist, Caius too was gifted with the skill of painting and sketching in particular. Even though it wasn't his hobby, he often found himself sketching a portrait, the same one every time in fact, the face. The face that would get all obscured every time he woke up from the dream. He still tried to get remnants of all the features splayed onto the portrait. All he remembered was that it was blindingly beautiful, too unrealistic to exist. The face seemed young, maybe the same age as him or older by just a few months however. All the guessing frustrated him even more. The fact that his heart ached and raced with just the thought of that face left him furthermore agitated every single time. It was an annoying unsolved mystery and developing feelings for such a mystery seemed more comical and nonsensical to him. More than anything, this thought always bothered him, was it just a dream though or a story yet to unfold in reality?