A man in a darkened room woke up with a start. His mind flitting across thoughts back and forth in his mind, it was evident that he was completely disoriented.
The moment he saw what the time was on his phone, he immediately stood up and rubbed his forehead. The man groaned out loud, his mind completely lost in the events of his dreams.
What was that? Who was that? He contemplated. Those thoughts plagued his mind the moment he woke, not caring about the fact that he had been asleep for two hours and that he had missed out on a stream today.
The man had an incredible spatial orientation, being perfectly capable of recalling the way to his room door with his eyes closed and exactly where he had left his stuff so he could avoid it.
His spatial awareness could be considered nigh supernatural if not for the fact that even he had made some mistakes, for example, trying to look for a door handle on the left when it was actually on the right.
Having forgotten this fact, he opened his eyes just to see where it actually was. But when he eventually did, he realised that his roommate must have sneaked into his room and turned off the lights for him as his room was entirely dark.
Knowing this, the man slightly smiled and felt out the switch on the far right side of the door. Once he felt the cool, smooth plastic outer carapace of the switch, he immediately slid his fingers over to the switch itself and flicked it upwards.
The moment he did so, the lights illuminated the room seconds after, temporarily blurring his vision for a bit before adjusting his eyes to the sights before him.
It was just the same room as always. To him it was bland and uninteresting, with a pile of unread letters and unopened packages stacked upon each other next to his desk.
Signed movie posters and pictures hung upon fixtures or were nailed to the walls. The people depicted on them giving him the impression that they were staring back at him.
As much as he loathed that feeling, he knew full well that he had to get used to it sooner or later. He had to get comfortable with the glares. He wanted to get comfortable to them. Not just for his fans, but for his friends too.
But it was too early for that. He needed time. And right now, all he wanted was a cup of cold water to clear his mind.
He strolled out of his room, cautiously closing the door as to make sure he did not wake his roommate up.
Quietly, furtively, he made his way to the kitchen. Slowing his steps as he passed by the door to his friend's room, aware of the fact that he could possibly be awake at that moment.
Once he finally passed by with no problems at all, his steps increasingly grew faster and once he got down the stairs. Flipping on the lights on the way down.
He then carefully ambled towards the kitchen cupboards and slowly opened them at a deliberately slow pace.
The man wanted to extend the time he was out in the kitchen by himself, as the cool air of night was his only solace after the warming dreams he had previously.
He remembered distinctly in the dream how cold and distant the person named Lune seemed, about how the night air somehow tickled his skin. How the moon shone its radiant light upon them both, casting them onto a spotlight of their own making.
Recalling the dream where he found someone that could listen to his problems and not talk back, he felt safe and sound. He believed that it was a dream.
And since he did think of it as a dream, he had thought that none of his secrets, fears and any other insecurities he had plaguing his mind would ever escape his mind.
But now, he was confused. Over the fact that Lune was possibly not even part of his subconsciousness crafting a dream for him.
No.
The possibility for Lune to be a real person that entered his dreams somehow seemed impossible, but from the way he spoke and acted, made it seem like he truly was an actual person.
Especially considering how he had never seen a face nor met anyone like that in his life. He did not even know what a lyre harp was and that it even existed until Lune informed him about it.
Upon taking this all in consideration, he felt truly mortified realising that he had told so much of his personal life to a total stranger. But he knew that he could not disregard the fact that he believed that Lune was just a figment of his own subconsciousness formed in his dreams because of the loneliness that he feels during the nights.
It happens very often, most of those figments were visages of his friends. But he knew that they weren't them.
However, Lune was different. He had personality, something magnetic about him that even the man felt compelled to express all his thoughts and feelings to him.
It was as if Lune was his best friend that he could say anything to. A loyal one that would be by his side forever.
In reality, the two never even came face to face. Nor do they know each other's true names.
Recalling this, the man halted in his tracks and closed his eyes, trying to restructure the events. "Lune only knows me by Corazon... It's okay, he doesn't know who I am." Remembering what he had named himself during that one split second between a decision and indecision, he felt reassured that he came to choose a false name.
Whilst he was doing so, he then heard the click of a switch and a flicker of light above him. Suddenly he found himself standing rooted to the spot in the kitchen.
"What are you doing, Adam?" A voice calls out to him. The man named Adam abruptly turned towards the person behind him.
He sighed out in relief once he saw that it was just his roommate, Thomas. Adam groaned out in discontentment, feeling tension build up in his shoulders from all the stressing and fretting.
"Sorry if I woke you Tom. I'm just- I just dreamed a dream. Not a nightmare, but, a super realistic dream." He grabbed his left shoulder and began to knead it to release tension.
His roommate Thomas expressed concern for his friend. As usual when Adam was stressed, he prepared to brew his specially blended coffee.
But upon registering the fact that it was night, meaning that caffeine was a bad idea at the moment, he opted to brew some tea that helped with relaxation and soothes instead.
While the water was boiling, Thomas decided to coax Adam into talking. "Hey, Ad, you know... Uh, tomorrow we're going to go live on Twitch right?" Thomas was grasping for straws on how to converse with his roommate.
But that was made difficult when his roommate in question was barely responding to his words at all.
Only choosing to respond in nods and short grunts of agreement. Knowing that Adam was utterly absorbed into his own deep thoughts, Thomas decided to take action and call someone who knew how to deal with his friend.
"Cole. I think Adam had a nightmare. He says it was just a dream, but in all honestly, I think it's a little more than that." Deciding not to waste time, Thomas went straight to the point and was succinct in his explanations.
He left no time for any greetings at all. That was how Cole knew that it was serious. Unfortunately he also did not manage to control his volume well, leaving Adam to hear everything he said.
"It wasn't a nightmare! It was just a dream, okay? I'm fine. Really." Adam's outburst caught both Thomas and Cole off guard.
They had never seen Adam this frustrated before. "Look, Adam, we're just worried about you. This isn't the first time you've had nightmares and hid away. Just tell us what happened, we're your friends aren't we? Friends are supposed to help each other." Switching on speaker mode, Cole's voice spoke directly to Adam, ringing in his head.
Those words wrought out an intense emotion that could only be described as being similar to frustration. But it did not seem bellicose and enraging, it was more like, pure elation!
Adam's mind suddenly cleared of all thoughts about Lune. Energy surged through his body in floods, lessening the tension on his shoulders and his back.
Unbeknownst to Adam, in Thomas's view something incredulous occurred. Adam's emerald green eyes started to shine vibrantly.
"What the fu-" As Thomas was about to finish his sentence, all of a sudden he could not. That was because something happened that defied all logic.
Thomas fell down to his rear, watching as Adam, his best friend for years and current roommate, was seemingly causing objects in the house to float up in the air.
From spoons to cups, to dishtowels and even his phone! Almost one item of its kind that currently resides in the kitchen was floating up in the air, orbiting just above Adam's head.
Seeing this Adam felt unnaturally calm, almost to the point of it being creepy. Despite that, it did not mean he wasn't unsurprised. "I guess that dream I dreamt, seems a little silly now compared to this."