Something Far Sweeter by darkseraphim21, literature
Literature
Something Far Sweeter
The dreams. They came and they went like the ocean tides; with the ferocity of an undercurrent. He would come awake in the night, sweating and breathless, remnants of the dream clinging to him like the tentacles of some alien creature. Always shifting walls, as though caught in some child's dollhouse, where the rooms could be folded. Always some sharp, exquisite pain in his chest, a sledgehammer that knocked him backwards and crushed the air from his lungs.
Usually when he dreamed, he always knew. Things would strike him as strange, out of place, obviously disjointed. These dreams, though, while he was in them, they felt real. They
