TWO – 6:06:00 AM

That has to be the best sleep I ever had in my life.

My room is already bright with the morning sun and I can even hear the birds' chirps outside. A fine morning indeed.

This reminds me of those commercials that show a scene where actors wake up with smiles on their faces like they are about to face the best day of their lives; that is exactly what I feel right now. I know I'm smiling because of the best sleep that I had. I felt energized and ready to face anything today.

I sat up and stretched. I'm not sure how long I was asleep for—maybe a solid seven hours? I looked at my wall clock and it's already past six in the morning. I slept at eleven so counting from there, I could say I really slept for seven hours. Good to see that my clock is working and I don't have to buy a new one—WAIT! My clock is working! This means I'm awake! I'm really awake now!

"Someone's having the best morning of his life."

"AHH!"

I almost had a heart attack when someone spoke and it was a late reaction to say the least that this someone is the same guy from last night! THE SAME GUY FROM LAST NIGHT! He's even strumming my guitar!

Oh shit, shit, shit!

I throw myself again in the bed and even pull the blanket up to my head. "Yup, I'm still dreaming. I'm not awake and I'm going back to sleeping so I can finally wake up. For real, this time!"

I hear the guy laughing, putting the guitar down, and now his footsteps towards me. Damn this guy! What does he want from me now?!

"Get up, dummy." He said then pulled the blanket off me. "We have a long day ahead of us and I know you have a million questions why this so-called dream of yours is still going on. Plus, I'm really hungry now. We can grab something from that famous pancake house near here. They serve the best Choco-banana pancakes."

That forced me to finally get up. I look at this guy from head to toe and damn. I should be really dreaming right now because this guy looks exactly like a model that walked out from a magazine of something; and it's too good to be true for him to be in just anyone's room. Yup, this is all a dream and all I have to do is finish this dream and wake up as soon as possible.

He suddenly grins and crosses his arms on his chest. "Like what you're seeing?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed him aside. "I'm just going to take a shower then we can go for breakfast."

He chuckles and walks back to my sofa to play the guitar again. "Go and hurry up. We only have seventeen hours left."

I took a deep breath and sighed. This is going to be the longest dream I will have. I know it.

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There are a lot of things I am asking myself while I'm under the shower.

One is that out of all the dreams I had before, why is this the only dream that I know I am currently having and why is this so realistic? It would be as normal as any of my day would get except that I have that stranger guy in my room. Speaking of that guy, why him? Who is he? Where did he come from?

I read something about seeing people you don't know in your dreams and they are actually the people you had a small interaction with or even you just saw them in a crowd or in the places where you have been in. But I'm sure as hell that I have never seen that guy before. Ever.

But that's it. It's useless to ask questions to myself knowing that that guy has the answers for them. I gave up and quickly finished my shower.

He said something about me having millions of questions and I really am having them all now. Only he can answer them and I just really need to finish this dream fast—even if it means I'll have to act as if nothing's wrong and all of this is normal.

But damn it. Out of all the things I will forget to bring with me in the bathroom is my towel. I'm a complete idiot.

Face-palming, should I risk going out butt-naked and hoping for the best that the guy left the room or should I call that very same guy for help?

I groan and pull my wet hair in frustration. Is this the consequences of having the best sleep of your life?

I wouldn't risk my naked body in front of that guy, so going against the protests I already have in my mind...

I knocked on my bathroom door like the dumb guy I am. Has anyone knocked from the inside? No, only me. I'm dumb. I knocked again. "Are you there?"

This guy really had the audacity to laugh his ass off. Argh! "Yeah, yeah. I'm here and you need this towel, do you?"

"Yeah, can you give it to me?"

"And miss the chance to see your arrogant ass bare?"

"The hell! What are you?! A pervert?!" I can't believe this guy!

He laughed so loud again before finally knocking. "I'll put this towel down here by the door. I'm leaving the room so you can dress peacefully. Hurry up though, time's running."

I heard the door opening and closing again. I'm having some trust issue moments right now but breathing deeply, I need to calm down. I need to finish this dream and get on with it. I can do this!

True to his words, he was out of the room. I immediately locked the door, dried myself, and got dressed.

I found the stranger guy leaning on the wall in my living room, holding a book, when I finished. He changed his clothes and I don't know how or where he got all those. Surely, they are not mine.

He looks at me and returns the book to the shelf. "You have a nice taste in literature, dummy. Are you all set to go now? I'm really hungry."

"Stop calling me dummy, pervert."

He suddenly smiles without the playfulness his grin has. It almost took me back. "What do you want me to call you? Baby?"

What the hell!

"My name's Winter!" I throw him the small pillow I have on the sofa.

He easily caught it and laughed heartily. "Yeah, I know. I'm Light but you can call me yours."

He even freaking winks! This guy!

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