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YOU IN MY DREAMS THAT’S WHY I SLEEP ALL THE TIME
part three of “who are you when you’re not sleeping?”
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Once Gryff and Delilah got back home, they decided to call it a day and pick up with clue-finding tomorrow. The boy kicked his shoes off at the front door and made his way to his bedroom. He wasn’t sure if all the intention-searching had taken a toll on him, but he felt extra tired. Opening his bedroom door, he immediately shed his shirt and flopped onto his bed. It took no time at all for him to drift to sleep–it was never hard for him to fall asleep when he knew she wasn’t going to be there.
No way.
“Hey, you,” he heard the smirk in her voice before he saw her. Even in his dream, his eyes widened. She wasn’t supposed to be here, not today, not for another month.
“What are you doing here?,” he was in utter disbelief. This had never happened before. She was always on schedule, and she never appeared more than once a month.
“You’re never gonna find the answer that way,” she was smug, but it almost sounded like she was trying to help–like she wanted him to figure her out. She moved closer to him, and she was becoming increasingly more clear to him. He stared at her, but this time he was a couple inches above her–which never happened. For some reason, she was always above him, not that she was taller, just like she was floating in a way, like this untouchable, ethereal being.
“What do you mean?,” his voice was soft–almost vulnerable–like he couldn’t get the words out with her this close.
“You spend all this time thinking about me… when really, you should be thinking about yourself,” he knew this was supposed to be some kind of hint, maybe it had something to do with what his sister was saying earlier–that she technically was a figment of his imagination. He was probably capable of figuring it out, deep down, but the fact she never gave him a straight answer drove him crazy.
“What does that mean? Thinking about myself?,” the strain in his voice was still there. Words were coming out, but he wasn’t focused on them, not with her this close–close enough that he swore he could feel her light breaths, even if it was just a dream.
“Who am I, Gryff?,” she spoke softly, looking up at him through her eyelashes, desperate for him to understand.
Well, now he was just frustrated… she knew she had never told him, even after the countless times he’s asked. “I don’t know! You won’t tell me!,” he argued with her, but there was no malice behind it. He wanted her to stay. He’d be as gentle as necessary–especially with her so close.
“No. Who am I really, though?,” it felt like she was trying to guide him to the answer–say one keyword that would suddenly make all of this make sense. Gryff finally looked away, thinking.
He shook his head hopelessly, “I don’t know… you’re a figure of my imagination, I guess. That’s what my sister says, anyway,” his own answer crushed him. He hated saying it–hated that it might be right. But he hated her next words even more.
“Of whose imagination?,” she reiterates, emphasizing the ‘who’.
“Mine…,” he answered. He looked down at his feet, trying to understand what she meant by that. They were in the same blank area–not really a room, but not outside either, just a glowy white atmosphere all around them.
“Ah, so you do understand,” she said happily, hoping he could finally make the connection. Maybe he would finally get it. Then he would understand.
He’d never been this agitated with her. “I don’t though. It’s like you say the same thing every time, and you always say I understand, and I never do,” he rambled, and even though he saw her lips part as if she had something to say, he didn’t stop. “I don’t understand why you can’t just tell me what this is all about? Why are you here? Why can you never give me a straight answer? I want to know you. Not even know your name–just know you. You make me crazy and I hate how much I love it. I hate how I look forward to this every month even though you always leave me more confused. You say things that make me think maybe you want me to know you too, but you never let me truly get there.” She had a surprised look on her face, not even at the words, just the fact he was still going and didn’t show signs of stopping. “I mean you’re beautiful and soft-spoken and challenging and completely aggravating and yet I wait- every single month, I wait. I wait for you, just to hope to get a little more information about you, know a little more about you, and I never do. Ya know why? Because you’re so stuck on this idea that I need to fix myself. Well, maybe if you stopped being so mysterious and got to know me, you’d see that I don’t need fixing… I need to know you. That’s what I need, and for how much you act like you care about me, you clearly don’t because you’re driving me insane. And I’m tired of you being behind every single one of my thoughts knowing I can’t have you around. Now you just come to me, out of nowhere, twice in the same month, give me more riddles to solve and just expect me to understand? I don’t. So, please- please just give it to me straight.” He inhaled dramatically to catch up on all the breath he’d used–all the things he’d wanted to say and never did.
“Wow,” she breathed out. Her eyes had a shine to them, like she was ready to cry, but she didn’t speak–didn’t even look like she was planning to–but he wasn’t going to speak first, not after that. He wasn’t letting her off the hook this time. He waited.
Her eyes widened when she realized he was waiting for an answer. Everything he said was understandable, but she really had no control over this–it was buried too deep, even for her. She hated that she couldn’t give him what he wanted, but it wasn’t her. It was him. He couldn’t give him what he wanted. He just didn’t see that yet.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice cracking ever so slightly from holding back her emotions. “You have to think about who you’re supposed to be, Gryff. What could I symbolize that relates to the person you’re supposed to be? What are you hiding? You may not think you need fixing, and maybe you don’t… but clearly part of you is struggling, and I’m sorry I can’t help you any more. I’m trying, but you’ve done quite the job of burying this part of you.”
And with that, she had vanished, and Gryff jolted awake, just like every other time she’d been in his dreams. Even with how defeated he felt, he grabbed his journal, writing basically everything. This dream was so much easier to remember, it felt much more real–like they had just had their first real conversation.
He couldn’t sleep now. There was something in him that knew he could figure this out if he tried hard enough, and he was determined to get to the bottom of this… right now. He flipped back through the first pages of his journal. You have to think about who you’re supposed to be… he sighed, looking out the window into the dark night. Who was he supposed to be?
Then out of nowhere–like a brick had just been thrown at his head–he realized. How could he have been so stupid? It was right there the whole time.
Music.
She came to him more than once this month because it’s his last month. His job starts in June and… and he’s not supposed to be in finance. He’s supposed to make music.
Okay, but what does she have to do with that? He flipped back through pages hurriedly, looking for something- anything that tied her to music.
Bingo.
August 7th 2023
She had a pretty music note necklace on. Never seen it before.
There was more to the entry, but he didn’t need it. This was it. This was the only entry where she’d had that necklace on–at least that he had remembered long enough to write down… August 7th August 7th August 7th… what the heck was August 7th?! He ran a hand through his hair, racking his brain for the significance.
Wait- August… sevenTEENTH. That was the first day of classes for the music program he’d been accepted into, but his application year was in 2022…
Okay, so she first appeared June 7th 2023 even though his application was a year earlier. She was wearing a music necklace in August and she’s been following him all throughout college… His mind was on overdrive right now, he was thinking over every possible explanation–which truthfully, wasn’t much because he was totally confused on how all of this aligned. Unless…
She’s been telling him this whole time to focus on himself, rather than her, but focusing on her has to be the answer. He would have gone into that program in August of 2022. He would have been 18 years old at the time. Maybe she was also starting, but in 2023… Then she’d be about a year younger, and maybe she didn’t appear because it was the one year anniversary of him rejecting his dream program, maybe it was signifying the start of hers…
They were supposed to be in the same program… He was supposed to be there because she’s there now.
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MILA & GRYFF’S STORY ❤︎
04.10 | story introduction
04.10 | meet mila morgan
04.10 | meet gryff james
04.11 | who are you when you’re not sleeping? (pt. 1)
04.18 | mila & gryff’s playlist
04.21 | a manifestation of the mind (pt. 2)
05.31 | you in my dreams that’s why i sleep all the time (pt. 3)
A MANIFESTATION OF THE MIND
part two of “who are you when you’re not dreaming?”
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“Look- I can’t explain it D, she just… I dunno it’s like she understands. I feel like we’re connected somehow. And, trust me, I know how crazy that sounds, but I just get this feeling that I need to be having these dreams,” he was stumbling over his words, but his tone was certain.
“G, you know I love you. You know I trust you, and I hate to burst your bubble, but of course she understands. She’s you dude. Your dreams are just your mind’s weird way of processing things. She understands you because she is you–trying to work through whatever you’re going through,” her explanation made sense, but honestly, he didn’t want to hear it. Delilah was far too logical for this situation. Nothing she tried to explain away would satisfy him because he wanted the girl in his dreams to mean something–serve some kind of purpose. She was too special not to.
“Then why is she operating on a consistent clock? Why wouldn’t she just come whenever I have a big decision to make, or I feel like I’m doing something wrong? Why does she only come on the seventh?,” Gryff was grasping at straws, but anything was better than admitting that he’d concocted some fantasy girl to help him through his life issues.
“I don’t know! She’s your mind manifestation, G,” she defended. Nothing about her words were meant to bite, but they did. It wasn’t like she was wrong, he just felt helpless knowing his sister didn’t even want to hear his crazy theories. She sighed–crushed by the vulnerable look on Gryff’s face–before she spoke again, “Look… you wrote all these dreams down?,” it was rhetorical, but the boy nodded anyway. “Why don’t we go through them?”
“Yeah, D, I have… like a million times,” he laughed humorlessly.
“Right. You have. But, your amazing, awesome, incredibly selfless sister–who also happens to edit stories for a living–hasn’t. Dreams are basically short stories, and if I have to be able to detect the smallest foreshadowing detail 30 pages into a 400 page book, I’m sure I could find something in those dreams,” she explained, overly confident smirk tugging at her lips, crossing her arms like she’d offered the most exclusive FBI services to him.
He couldn’t help but shake his head, and breath out a sort-of laugh, before realizing, “Oh, you’re serious!”
“Sure, why not? I mean this is clearly bugging you, so I’ll offer my services. We can start right now,” she shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but he could tell she desperately needed to solve this mystery and–even though this mystery was his life–he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her.
“What about your actual job?,” he quipped as a last defense.
“My client is behind on her manuscript, so she won’t have it in until Monday,” she shrugged off, tucking a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m yours for four whole days, G,” her closed-mouth smile made her eyes crinkle, tilting her head as if waiting to be thanked.
“Well, it definitely shouldn’t take that long,” the boy muttered with a laugh, “but thank you.”
The two leafed through his entries, Delilah making a few small–probably meaningless–connections that were honestly a bit of a stretch. “D… this is pointless,” he breathes out, clearly frustrated as he falls back against the couch. “I’ve been through these entries more times than I care to admit… there’s nothing here.”
“No! There’s got to be something,” she’s just as aggravated as her brother, threading a hand through her hair as she continues searching the pages.
It had been well over two hours at this point, and not only was Gryff tired of looking at his own writing, but he was deflated. He had hoped Delilah would be able to find something–anything–but it was looking more and more like this dream girl had covered all her bases and protected her identity beyond comprehension. He was frustrated, but there was no reason for his sister to be frustrated, too. This wasn’t her battle–wasn’t even her problem.
“Look, let’s maybe quit for today, okay? We’re both frustrated, and we’re no good if we’re angry–or hungry…You wanna get some lunch?,” he smiled half-heartedly, almost like he was asking her to stop for his sake.
“Sure, G. You’re right. I could use some food, but only if you drive,” her eyes narrowed as a smirk spread across her face. Not only did she love Gryff’s car, but she hated driving when she didn’t have to–something about “unnecessary anxiety and pressure”.
“Fine by me, as long as you pay,” he quipped back quickly, hurrying to get off the couch and grab his keys before she could retaliate. He laughed when he heard her exaggerated groans as he ran up the stairs into his room, grabbing a jacket, his keys, and his wallet.
By the time he gets back downstairs, Delilah’s already waiting by the door with her shoes on and purse slung on her shoulder. She’s examining her nails as he approaches her, “Took you long enough, princess. Let’s go, I’m starved.”
As she walked out the door, he chuckled lightly to himself, shaking his head before closing the door behind him and trailing her to his car. Even though he wasn’t a big car person like his friends, he loved his car–even admittedly took a little pride in it. It was an older car–in a cool way, he thought,–but he had bought it himself which made it special. It was a navy blue old-school convertible he’d bought from one of his friends who “knew a guy”. Thick, bright white stripes decorated the hood of the car and a long, thinner one ran down the sides.
The two barely got into the car before Delilah spoke, “oo, can you put the roof down?,” she smiled giddily, like a 6 year old girl who just received a new toy. He couldn’t help but huff a laugh and–without even answering her–held down the button for the roof to retract.
The two had decided on a small diner about 15 minutes from their house, which sadly gave Gryff’s sister plenty of time to talk about the dream girl.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell anyone…,” her arm was slung over the door as she rested her head on the seat, eyes closed, soaking in the sun. She said it like it was so easy–like he could’ve, or even should’ve, told any person he came into contact with.
“Mom and Dad wouldn’t get it, D. I mean- you even thought I was crazy at first,” he shook his head.
“Eh, I never said I stopped, but okay,” she joked, squinting her eyes and craning her neck to smile at him understandingly.
“I just wanna know her, ya know? Like she seems like she’s just this really important person in my life… I know it sounds insane, but I kinda want her around,” he focused so hard on the road in front of him just to avoid looking his sister in the eye. He didn’t even want to know how absurd she thought he sounded right now.
“Well, you must be the most likable person on planet Earth, G, if you’re falling in love with your own mind manifestation,” she tried to sound like she was joking, but Gryff could tell there was a sense of concern in her voice. She genuinely thought he was losing it. He went quiet after that, only responding so she knew he heard her and wouldn’t try repeating it.
“Yeah… I guess,” his eyes were on the road, but his vision was on her. All the time. He couldn’t help it, and he didn’t want to. The smile that tugged at his lips was completely unwarranted, but he welcomed it all the same.
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BIKER!RAFE MEETING HIS GF
lol heyyyyy is this thing still on???? i know i said i was only gonna write for mila & gryff, buuuuut… i started this draft like a couple days before that, so i wanted to finish it. anyway! you’ll notice i know absolutely nothing about bikes… this is true! i just LOVE me a good biker, so i had to make this a thing just go with it pls😊
when rafe got the bike, he found himself driving mainly at night. he’d spend a lot of time on the top floor of a nearby parking garage, just watching the sky and listening to music. and yeah… he’d made a few thirst traps under a secret tiktok account where he didn’t show his face. can a guy live? they’d gained some traction too. he was kind of building up a little platform at this point, and he thrived on the comment section. and sure, he’d been a little bit of a tease replying to some of the crazy girls, but once again… can a guy live?
he never really meant any of it though, it was all in good fun, just something to do to pass the time, and show off his bike. his content was mainly him driving around the parking garage at crazy hours of the night. sometimes he’d post interactions on the road or at gas stations. it didn’t really matter what he posted, girls went crazy over it. did he maybe feed into it a little when replying to girls’ comments? yes. was this maybe a little cruel? yeah, probably. did he love the attention? absolutely yes.
however, one night was about to change everything and he didn’t even know it yet.
he was on one of his usual late night drives. the camera was rolling so he could get some content for his next post, and as he was speeding down the highway, he noticed a car not too far in front of him—windows rolled down, radio almost blasting, and a girl. he sped up a little more to get closer—just enough to barely be behind her window. he could hear her singing along…
i see you in the city
do they know you’re with me?
are you with me, baby?
girl, you’re with me, baby
‘cause baby, close just isn’t close enough
maybe my passion just ain’t enough
i can’t feel that you love me
he unintentionally sped up just enough to come into her view—right beside her car, basically lined up with her open window. oops! even with her radio booming, she heard the rev of his engine and whipped her head to the left, only to be met with a tatted biker with a tinted black helmet. the moment rafe saw her eyes, illuminated only by the light of her dash and the street lamps posted along the interstate, he was hooked. yes, he knew how stupid that seemed, but he couldn’t help it. the way her eyes looked right at him, without her even knowing, she had a gaze that he’d do anything to keep on him.
thankfully she couldn’t tell that he was losing his mind as she smiled mischievously and turned back to look at the road and even continued singing. even though rafe was reeling right now, he had a sudden burst of confidence. he quickly looked back at the highway, speeding up to get in front of her and motioned his hand to take the next exit—his parking garage exit—looking back at her and nodding, trying to signal he wanted her to follow.
he looked back again and again, waiting for any sort of confirmation from her. she only nodded with a look on her face that was a mix of curiosity and challenge. but hey, a win was a win. he merged off the highway onto the exit, looking back to make sure she followed. there she was right behind him, music still playing, her arm slung outside the open window, waving through the wind.
once rafe pulled up to the entrance of the parking garage, he navigated to the top floor—empty, and just below the exposed level. he came to a stop in the middle of the floor, turning to nod at the girl who parked her car just behind him. he moved off the bike up to her driver side door, resting his arms on her car—his helmet still masking his face.
“you’re quite bold, aren’t you stranger?” she smirked, turning down her radio to a low hum. the short-sleeve, black compression shirt hugged his figure perfectly, leaving nothing to her imagination. she couldn’t help but linger, just a little. his tattoos weaved down both his arms, but they weren’t dense enough to cover all his tanned skin. thankfully, he wasn’t paying attention to her gaze, too fixated on answering her “question”.
his laugh was slightly muffled through the helmet before his husky voice replied, “what can i say? i do what it takes.”
“ya know i’m at an unfair disadvantage here…,” she challenged him, narrowing her big beautiful eyes ever so slightly.
“yeah? ‘n why’s that?” his tone just a little sarcastic, but still a curious tone hidden underneath.
“i don’t even know what you look like… stranger,” she emphasized the last word, widening her eyes but she couldn’t hide her smile.
rafe’s head dropped, shaking it with a breathless laugh, “alright… fair point.”
he took a step away from the car to slide the helmet off his head, letting his arm fall to his side with the weight of it in his hand. he ruffed a hand through the buzzed hair on his head, and looked back up at the girl. “better, pretty girl?,” he smirked, scratching the back of his neck, attempting to hide his (obvious) nervousness.
“oh? this i can work with,” she replied with a sarcastic nonchalantness.
“excuse me? work with?,” he jokingly scoffed, moving his hand to his chest with a fake hurt. he stumbled back a bit just to add to the dramaticness. but as soon as he heard her laugh, he was back in her window in no time—wishing he could hear that laugh forever.
her playlist was now shuffling quietly in the background of their conversation before he nodded toward the radio, “hey i like your music,” he smiled warmly.
“yeah? good. i’m glad because i have this weird condition where i must always be on aux,” she replied with a straight face before breaking with a small laugh at his face of confusion.
“ah funny girl,” he smirked, nodding his head slowly as he got the joke. “so does the door have a weird condition where it can’t open?,” he asked, lightly patting the space the open window made accessible to him.
“yeah. it’s called a lock,” she stated plainly, “you’re still a stranger, remember.”
“well…,” he drew out the word, moving his fingers gently along the interior window sill, “how am i supposed to not be a stranger if you won’t open the door?,” he smirked. there was a challenge behind his eyes, like he was daring her to make the next move.
“talking is usually a strong start, but if you insist… i suppose i can make an exception just this once,” she smiled, unlocking the door and pushing it out toward him. he stepped back instantly, waiting for her to finally get out of the car.
in hopes of incentivizing her to step out, he offered his hand—the one that was ungloved and not holding his carefully crafted helmet—with a smile.
“come on, pretty girl. let’s get to know each other, huh?,” she shook her head in a fake annoyance before taking his hand and letting him lead her out. he shut the door for her—like a gentleman—before she rested her back against the door. an expectant look on her face as if saying ‘you got what you wanted… what now?’
“alright, i can tell you’re a tough crowd, but don’t you worry, i’m here to please,” he grinned.
“and what is it you think will please me, stranger?,” her eyes narrowed. she was consistently challenging him, and he absolutely loved it. she’d probably never commented on one of his videos—maybe never even seen one. and she was perfect.
a devious smirk spread across his face, knowing the only way to get her attention would have to be in his natural habitat—on his turf, “have you ever taken a ride on a motorcycle before?”
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MILA & GRYFF’S PLAYLIST .ᐟ
most of these are love songs, but some just give the vibes that either or both of them would listen to them (& this is ongoing, so i’ll be adding continuously)
other side - brent faiyaz
drop dead - olivia rodrigo
iris - the goo goo dolls
mirrors - justin timberlake
butterflies - brent faiyaz
reflections - the neighbourhood
moonlight - ariana grande
buzzcut season - lorde
beige - yoke lore
disco - surf curse
stand by me - ben e. king
sunday morning - maroon 5
love grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse
scary love - the neighbourhood
drops of jupiter (tell me) - train
someone to you - banners
the wave - colouring
brown eyed girl - van morrison
my girl - the temptations
work song - hozier
soulmate - mac miller
ivy - frank ocean
boyfriend, girlfriend - carwash
jackie and wilson - hozier
lovebomb - the neighbourhood
nothin’ on you - B.o.B. ft. bruno mars
R.E.M. - ariana grande
lover, you should’ve come over - jeff buckley
just like heaven - the cure
she looks so perfect - 5 seconds of summer
more than a woman - bees gees
don’t let me down - the beatles
daisies - justin bieber
cinderella - mac miller ft. ty dolla $ign
you get me so high - the neighbourhood
stargazing - the neighbourhood
flawless - the neighbourhood
about you - the 1975
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mila & gryff are SO ‘drop dead’ coded – pisces and a gemini?? it’s literally like i planned it
(also olivia struck once again it’s been on LOOP i’m overly excited for the album)
they’re also literally the epitome of ‘other side’ by brent faiyaz and in that light i’m thinking of making a playlist for their story (& definitely will be making more mood boards so stay tuned!)
i MIGHT end up posting some old drafts as well because i was just going thru them and some are like almost done ??? if i like the direction it’s going some rafe/drew stuff may begin to litter in alongside my mila x gryff writing😋
come back to us pretty 😣💕
lol heyyyy …
WHO ARE YOU WHEN YOU’RE NOT DREAMING?
story premise: On the 7th of every month, she appears to him in a dream, but what happens when after years he finally sees her–on the 7th–but this time not in a dream?
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“Who are you?”
“Oh come on, Gryff. You know better than to ask me that,” a compassionate smirk tugging at her lips as her soft brown eyes look down at him. “Anyway, who are any of us really?”
Confusion is evident on his face, eyebrows crinkling together, “what’s that supposed to mean?” There’s a sort of defensive tone laced in his words.
“Do you know who you are, Gryff? Shouldn’t you figure that out before asking me who I am?,” an inquisitive look on her seemingly perfect face.
The boy jolted awake, sitting up in his bed, his racing heart making it almost impossible to get a breath in. Before he’s fully composed, he rushes to grab the small notebook and pen on his nightstand, shuffling through the other objects that clutter the top. He flicks the lamp light on, bringing the book to his lap, flipping through the numerous entries before landing on a blank page. He quickly scribbled down everything he could remember.
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May 7 2026
I tried asking who she was again. Said I should’ve known better than to ask that??? Used my name like always.
“Anyway who are any of us really?” Told me to figure out who I was instead of who she was.
She looked perfect again. Looked the same as usual.
Long brownish hair still. Kinda curly this time? Brown eyes.
Her smile was soft but she knew something… something I didn’t.
Her top was a white. Don’t know what pants she was wearing. Seemed like I was really focused on her face this time. Not sure why…
Shorter dream than usual. Not sure what to make of it.
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He sighed, flipping through older entries, trying to make sense of it–like every other 7th of the month–but he was barely reading. Finally, he pushed the book closed, and set it back amongst the mess on the nightstand on autopilot. It was muscle memory at this point: dream, wake up, write, put it away, and try to go back to sleep. He fell back against the mattress, the covers beginning to feel like fire against his skin as he kicked them off and laid there, staring at the ceiling.
He’d started to keep a notebook on his nightstand three years ago, after she’d appeared in his dreams for the fourth time. They never really had a theme, though. Sometimes she was cryptic–like tonight–other times they were together, whether as friends or what seemed to be something more. There were even instances where it played out as them meeting for the first time, and she was totally oblivious to who he was–acting like she hadn’t called him by name, known his darkest fears, or brought up things no one in his life knew about a month earlier.
He hated that he looked forward to the 7th each month. It was always the worst night of sleep, but he would never admit that it was the best night of his life every time.
After an hour of tossing and turning, he eventually drifted back to sleep, only to be awoken by his alarm not even two hours later. He climbed out his bedroom window, light just beginning to make an appearance in the sky. The part of the roof just outside his window was damp from the overnight dew, but it was a grounding feeling as he stepped forward gently. This was his favorite part of the day–watching the light overcome the darkness gave him a sense of relief, as if there was something he had to run from during the night, and maybe there was. Her.
He had no idea who she was, had never seen her before, didn’t even know her name… but even when daylight came each morning, he couldn’t escape her. She was always in the back of his mind, and had been fo the past three years, but what was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to search her up–online, in old yearbooks of his, and he’d racked his brain more times than he could count on whether it was someone he had any connection to. Nothing. The only thing he hadn’t resorted to was asking his family for help because well… it’s not exactly easy to tell your parents or your sister that you’ve been consistently dreaming about a girl you’ve never met like clockwork every month for three years. And he really wasn’t in the mood to be sent to therapy.
He’d thought about telling his sister, Delilah, because at least she could keep a secret from their parents, but it was no use. If he didn’t know who she was, there was no way Delilah would know either. He’d thought about doing it just to get it off his chest a couple of times though–maybe he did need that therapy after all…
The boy made his way into his bathroom, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair, and changing from his pajama pants into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Before making his way downstairs, he impulsively grabbed the notebook sitting on his nightstand and left the room. He was in his hometown for the summer after just having graduated college. He had a job lined up to start June 1st, but honestly? He wasn’t thrilled. See, he originally went into college with his parents telling him how “finance has the best job security” and “since you don’t know what you want to do, why don’t you play it safe” but he did know what he wanted to do–music. Ever since he was young, he’s wanted to be a musician. His parents just didn’t know that because–as great as they are–“those types of jobs” were never in the cards, never even considered an actual job to them.
Gryff knew no one would be up at this hour, so he set his notebook on the island before making himself a bowl of cereal. After putting the box away, he opened the refrigerator for the milk, turning around only to be met with Delilah. She was bent over the island and had already flipped the book open, reading away like she was editing her one of her clients’ next novel.
“Hey! Not everything is your next project, D,” the boy said, defensively grabbing the notebook from her grasp with his free hand, “what’re you doin’ here, anyway?” He threw it onto the counter space behind him before pouring the milk into his bowl, hoping she hadn’t read enough to start asking questions or at least he had distracted her with his question.
And both would be incorrect.
“Who’s the girl?,” she asked calmly, even examining her nails as if that wasn’t his most sacred possession she was asking about. She had always had such big-sister energy in his eyes. Always cool, calm, and collected but somehow everything worked out perfectly for her. Gryff loved her to death, but man was he jealous of how easily things fell into her lap. She’d gone into college for English–much to their parents’ complaint–only to graduate with an already locked-in job offer at one of the biggest book editing companies, making a salary that made her literally say “told ya so” to their parents.
“What? It’s no one,” he shrugged off, praying that would get her to drop it, but knowing her much better than that. He turned his back to her to put the milk away, wishing more than anything she’d be leaving by the time he turned back around. But wrong again.
“Then why are you dreaming about her every month?,” she said in a sort of challenging, someone’s-got-a-crush type tone. Her eyes were narrowed, now looking at Gryff, awaiting her answers. He let out a deep sigh, head hanging in defeat. Was he really about to get into this?
“Honestly, D? I don’t know…,” he breathed out, looking up at her through his surprisingly-long lashes.
“What do you mean you don’t know? This isn’t a girl from school?,” she was shocked, slowly lifting herself from the island counter to give this her full attention.
Gryff couldn’t help but humorlessly laugh before his tone became more serious. “No. She’s not a girl from college, she’s not a girl from high school, middle school, elementary, she’s not even from preschool. I’ve never seen this girl before outside of my dreams.”
“Wait- you’ve never seen her ever, and you dream about her every single month?,” her chill composure was quickly fading, and he was unsure if she was going to call him crazy or overly involve herself in this whole thing.
“On the night going into the 7th, yeah,” he affirmed blankly, shifting to rest against the counter behind him, almost shielding the book from his sister–even though he had nothing much else to hide at this point.
“For how long? Because it seems like there’s quite a few entries in that thing,” she nodded towards where the book was hiding behind him.
“Three years,” he admitted, shyness and a hint of shame in his words. His gaze dropped to the floor as he fidgeted with his hands.
“I’m sorry- three years?,” she emphasized, eyebrows raising as she moved to the side of the island closer to Gryff. He had long since surpassed her in height, but she adjusted her neck to find his eyes turned toward the floor. “Sorry… sorry. You can talk to me,” she assured, a gentle smile on her face as Gryff lifted his head to look at her helplessly.
“Well, three years in June, yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, worried about what she could say next, what she might think. He knew she meant well, but he’d kept this in for so long, he wasn’t even sure where to begin.
“G… why haven’t you told anyone?,” she asked sincerely, her eyes softening as she thought about her little brother going through this month after month, and thinking he needed to keep it to himself.
He shrugged because honestly he didn’t know why… he was worried about people thinking he was a little crazy, sure. But as he sat there trying to think up an answer to her question, the only thing that came to mind was that he wouldn’t know what to do if he woke up on the 7th having not dreamed of the girl.
“Well, maybe we can get you some help- not saying you’re crazy! Just saying it might be helpful to talk all of this out.. ya know, with a professional?”
“I dunno D…,” he trailed off, only now really wishing she hadn’t been home today because this talk was slowly starting to kill him.
“Well, what could it hurt? It might even make the dreams stop,” she reasoned with him, some form of hope in her tone.
“I don’t think so,” he said with a soft certainty, like he was sure of it, but knew she wouldn’t like his answer.
“You don’t think they’d stop?,” she questioned, eyebrows crinkling together. “No, I mean I don’t think I wanna talk to anyone about it,” he replied quietly, and suddenly her gaze was becoming too much to handle.
“Why not? I mean there’s really no reason not to-,” she was persistent, even though Gryff figured she would have noticed his attempt at avoiding the topic at this point. Gryff couldn’t look her in the eye, so he resorted his gaze to the floor once more.
“Unless… oh Gryff… you don’t want them to stop, do you?” she sighed out, confusion and maybe even some pity in her look. She stepped back, her back against the counter opposite to him as he continued staring at the floor.
He never wanted to admit it out loud, but he had no idea what he would do if the dreams suddenly ceased because maybe the girl was right… who even was he when he wasn’t dreaming?
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introducing … GRYFF JAMES .ᐟ 🪐🎵🫐
⋆☀︎. 22 years old ⸝ born march 17th 2004
⋆☀︎. likes: music & playing his guitar ⸝ reading ⸝ astronomy ⸝ beach days ⸝ summer & fall ⸝ family get-togethers ⸝ legos ⸝ being outside ⸝ naps ⸝ late-night hangouts with his friends ⸝ watching the sunrise ⸝ & experimenting with different styles every month
⋆☀︎. would be described by his friends as the biggest softie ⸝ total golden retriever vibes but is pretty closed off at first ⸝ doesn’t take things too seriously ⸝ quality over quantity ⸝ super selfless ⸝ quiet but always ready to defend people close to him ⸝ has a major sweet tooth ⸝ big acts-of-service guy ⸝ & incredibly trustworthy
⋆☀︎. some random facts: he’s currently learning to surf ⸝ he has an older sister ⸝ his favorite food is pizza ⸝ his favorite color is navy blue ⸝ he taught himself how to play guitar when he was ten ⸝ actually has a pet golden retriever named oakley & a brown cat named bear ⸝ his middle name is alexander ⸝ & he wore fake glasses for three years in elementary school even though he didn’t need them because he thought they were cool
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introducing … MILA MORGAN .ᐟ 🌷🐞🍀
.☘︎ ݁˖ 21 years old ⸝ born june 7th 2005
.☘︎ ݁˖ likes: reading ⸝ art ⸝ flowers (especially lilies and tulips) ⸝ spring & summer ⸝ music ⸝ fruit ⸝ jewelry ⸝ being outside ⸝ animals ⸝ sunsets ⸝ unique bags & purses ⸝ fashion ⸝ journaling & writing ⸝ & her friends & family
.☘︎ ݁˖ would be described by her friends as the most extroverted introvert ⸝ soft spoken but confident ⸝ kind-hearted but able to put people in their place when needed ⸝ a hopeless romantic ⸝ prefers a night in over a night out ⸝ creative ⸝ has a humor that only certain people can appreciate ⸝ wise ⸝ a good listener ⸝ down-to-earth ⸝ & a big family girl
.☘︎ ݁˖ some random facts: her favorite number is 7 ⸝ her favorite food is any type of pasta (but especially alfredo) ⸝ her favorite fruit is peaches ⸝ she’s an only child ⸝ her first ever pet was a duckling gifted to her for easter ⸝ she has over twenty playlists carefully curated for every scenario ⸝ she used her first ever diary to write short stories instead of her emotions ⸝ doesn’t have a favorite (or least favorite) color ⸝ & her middle name is jane
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introducing … mila morgan
and … gryff james
hello everyone ♡ i’ve been super into writing about love and like the pureness and gentleness of it (as opposed to toxicity and aggressiveness that i’ve written about before, no hate to that type of writing just not me anymore) so i’ve created these two characters to write about! i love writing (obviously) but everything i’ve written before (even though i do love some of it) doesn’t really reflect the person i’m growing into, so i wanted to (kind of) start fresh here…
i’m not deleting any of my old writing because i know you all enjoy it and i’m glad! but i love sharing my writing in any way i can which is why i’m deciding to post on here rather than just keeping it on my laptop :) i’m not going to promise a series or even frequent updates (mainly because promising things and giving myself deadlines usually results in work i’m not proud of) but anything i do feel like writing i’ll post here. i feel like you guys could really like where i plan to take these characters and i hope they even grow on you a little bit :’)
i’m also not going to be messing with fanciness in my posts (like descriptive pictures or adding color) just because this is mainly a writing dump space (but of course i still plan on interacting with you guys!) i’ll be doing little intro posts for each of them to give a brief description of their personalities, hobbies, likes, etc. before starting any writing with them.
i hope you all end up loving them as much as i do! xoxo lanie
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ooooo it’s been a MINUTE !! literally just popped on here to say re9 was incredible and leon kennedy may be 50 but no man has ever looked that fine
k bye for now !
2026 vision board !
you've had this account since 05? 😦 This is my second time seeing an account this old (no disrespect) I was just amazed cause I'm born on 2005
omg nooooo !!! i changed the post date of my intro post to my birthday :) i’m not that old yet i promise💔
your account is so so pretty omg
just took a peek at your account and says you???? that is literally art i am in awe