Daydreaming stories

So, you write a story (recount?) about a daydream you have of someone you like (in any sense of the word like).
Just edit this post and add to the bottom.

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Jess

I open my eyes and discover that I’m here again. I suppose I should describe where here is. Just give me a second so that I can come down from the euphoria I experience every time I’m here.

Ok. I’m ready.

Do you have a place that you can go to whenever you’re feeling down or you just want a little peace and quiet? It’s hard to find places like that nowadays. Especially living in a house with so many other people. So I decided to utilise my imagination for something useful. Daydreaming.

I do it a lot. It’s the only way that I don’t go crazy with all the thoughts going through my mind. It’s like a jumble of everything, running around crazily, with no sense of direction. Eventually, I don’t think I would’ve been able to think straight if I wasn’t able to come here.

And we’re back to that again. Where is here? I suppose it’s my special spot. I don’t think either of you guys would be able to imagine it, even if I tried to describe it to you. It’s unique. I’m sure that you guys all have your own unique spot. I’ll try and describe it anyway.

The first thing that you can see is a hill. It’s not a large hill, but large enough so that I can lie down comfortably and watch the clouds pass by. Another thing, the clouds are endless, no matter which way I turn, I can always see a cloud. And you should see the sun! It’s always near sunset when I get to here. And the colours on the sky are just so captivating and beautiful; it makes me wish I never had to leave.

By now, you’re probably wondering what this has to do with a daydream of someone I like. Be patient, I’m getting there.

I always arrive a few metres away from the ideal cloud watching spot, so I have a little time to walk there and lie down. Today’s different though. As I’m walking there, I notice someone’s already there, lying in the spot that’s reserved for me only. At first, I’m angry, how can they intrude on my private time? Then I remember that this is my imagination, they can’t be here without me wanting them to be.

I’m curious as to who it is. It’s like they can sense my thoughts because they sit up and look straight at me. They smile at me and I find myself smiling back. It’s hard to believe that they’re actually here. They pat the spot next to them and I lie down, holding their hand firmly in mine.

It’s amazing how comfortable it is with them here. Before I’d only been here myself, deriving comfort from the tranquility of the place, but now I found myself getting the comfort from listening to them murmur in my ear, talking about nonsensical things and watching the clouds go by together.

It’s nice.

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♫
It's my direction
It's my proposal
It's so hard
It's leading me astray

My obsession
It's my creation
You'll understand
It's not important now

All I need is
Co-ordination
I can't imagine
My destination
My intention
Ask my opinion
But no excuse
My feelings still remain
My feelings still remain

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Sky Fell Over Me
Lee
♪ Now hold on to me pretty baby
If you want to fly
I’m gonna melt the fever sugar
Rolling back your eyes

So what's it gonna take?
Silver shadow believer....
Spock rocker with your dirty eyes ♪

I’m shaken. She’s Jackie. She opened the doors to a different world and my world in shades of grey, elaborately transformed to something magical. I used to think “You are the one”. Now I just think she’s the Weather Girl. I wish we would Turn to Real Life. That’s my daydream.
She’s my RocketShip. Made away with my Elastic heart in her pocket after I whispered; “I promise you walls”.
♥ to my paper jesus.
There will be no waiting…I’m so over her
Because I want you.
(Placebo for good measure. After all, We are pilots).

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Good morning imaginary constructs! -Alex Drake, Ashes to Ashes

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Life is a dream from which only death awakens us.

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