[5:23AM]Β You didnβt remember when it started or what the first thing you saw was, but whenever you slept you felt like youβre living another person's life. Maybe it started when you were little or maybe it was like that your whole entire life.Β
Every time you closed your eyes youΒ βwoke upβ in another room in another city, maybe even country. The people aroundΒ βyouβ didnβt speak your language, so you tried to learn it at least a bit while you were awake. You only knew a few words and you tried your hardest to make out their name. Or rather his name.
Sometimes you wondered if he could also see what you sees whenever he fell asleep or if he was even real. A big part of you hoped it was like that, the other part of you didn't.
He seemed too real to be just a dream.
[4:29PM] "What? Did you dream of her again or what?" His best friend Yuta nudged his arm, obviously making fun of him for dreaming of someone else's life. It was weird how he was the only one being able to see something like that, which is why he only told people he trusted a lot.
There was no logical reason for any of this. Everytime he fell asleep he was somewhere else; sometimes in a bright orange room, sometimes in a loud classroom and sometimes on a field. He had no control of what he dreamed of or where he looked, which sometimes was kind of a problem.
"Johnny, are you even listening?" Yuta snapped him out of his thoughts, noticing he was in fact not listening. "Listen. If you can see what that girl is seeing, then she might be able to do the same. Maybe try to write a letter or something. If she can see it then she might respond with another one"
His friend was right. Kicking down some rocks down the road wouldn't bring him anything. He needed to do something to quench his curiosity.
[8:46PM] Sitting down on your yellow bed you suddenly started to think of him. You were unsure of his name but you were sure you've heard his friend say Johnny. Thinking of his name made your heart flutter for some reason. Trying to shake this feeling off you put your hair in a ponytail and laid down. All you wanted to do now was to escape your daily life and see what Johnny was doing.
Instead of the usual sight of him strolling down the street, you saw him write a paper. You've often seen him write something down, but this time it was in English. Your head was a bit cloudy, but you tried your best to read what he wrote:
"I don't know if you can even see this, but what's your name? We haven't talked once, but I really want to meet you.
Here's my number: +82 XXXX XXXXXX
- Johnny, your soulmate ;-)"
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