Brothers On A Hotel Bed

We were at a small boutique. There was a lot of random small objects for sale. The cashier looked bored to death, and there was another person behind the desk also. The desk was facing the back wall of the boutique. You were excited of all the miniature characters that were displayed in wooden baskets on tables all over the boutique.

You were so beautiful. Red lips and black, short hair. You were always very pretty. I never felt beautiful near you, because you were always so outstanding. I couldn't remember a day you would've been ugly, or even less-attractive.

It was a sunny day. I could smell the ocean from the open door and windows of the boutique. I remember the boutique having a lot of very light pink, white, and beige colours. Very soft and fragile colours. They seemed to make the boutique even more cute than it already was. There were mainly small characters and tiny, cutesy things to be sold in the boutique. I was more interested in you than the items being sold.

There were other people in the shop, too, but they seemed to be more like bright shadows. But, for some reason, the shopkeepers or owners or whoever they were, a man and a woman, were strong in that scenery. Well, atleast stronger than the other customers looking through the items.

You looked cute, in a child-like way, when you were trying to figure out the small objects. Your cheeks in a small blush, your red lips, pale skin and dark hair. Goddarn pretty. Not that I was in love with you. You were just unbeliavably beautiful in the middle of that cute little boutique.

I began to hear the ocean's crashing waves. The sound of them reaching the shore and breaking was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and all I could think of was the waves and their sound. I couldn't even hear nor think of you. I could only hear the ocean.

The boutique was suddenly empty from other customers. It was only us, and the shopkeepers. You were still amazed by the cuteness of the items on display. At first you couldn't hear me when I said it was time to leave. You just smiled and asked me to repeat what I had said.

The sun nearly blinded me with it's soft rose-pink light when we walked out of the boutique. The air still smelled like the ocean, and the sounds of it became more vibrant and clear. It smeared all of the other voices and sounds under it and it once again became the only sound I could hear.

The square was literally a square-shaped hole on the side of a bigger market square. It didn't seem odd to me at all. The streets were 10-15 meters above us. The shops and tiny boutiques down there where we were looked old-fashioned, perfect. All the colours were soft pinks, whites, fair browns and beiges.

Even the sun's light was pink-ish and delicate, fragile, but very beautiful and perfect. The air was clear and I could only see a few clouds. I began to drift into the ocean's sounds. They were louder again. But they were still soothing.

But this time, I heard something else, too. Your voice. Your smile had cracked and it had become a frightened expression. Your eyes widened from fear and confusion. They were nailed to the ground. Once I looked down, I realized your confusion, but never felt confused myself.

The ground was wet, and the square started to fill with water. Slowly, the ocean was offering it's sounds more closer than I needed to hear them. You started to panic, as the water started rising with higher speed. I, on the other hand, seemed to just overlook the rapidly changing environment, and just stood there calmly as if nothing was happening at all.

The water level suddenly rised quickly as if someone had poured in a huge bowl full of ocean water. It was higher than our heads and quickly reached the top of the square. You hadn't gotten too much of air in your lungs because of panicing and the sudden change of the situation. I was still calm. Still not caring about anything else than you.

We started to swim towards safety, towards air. Up, up, up we go. Then I figured out you were no longer swimming beside me. You had gotten stuck on something. I was already far from you, but once I saw you couldn't make it on your own, I swam back. You were nearly out of air once I got to you. I untangled you, just as the last of the air in your lungs got out.

I grabbed you from the waist, when you were already starting to go unconsious. The surface wasn't far away anymore. We reached it, and you gasped for air, greatful of the chance of being able to breathe once more. I smiled, but I knew I couldn't stay. There were still the shopkeepers down there. I had to go back for them.

I remember how you screamed when I went back underwater. It was a horrible moment. Your scream was a twisted little noise, something I had never heard from you before. So I went. Down, down.

The water was clear, and the sun's fragile and oddly coloured light shined through very clearly. I saw the shopkeepers were trapped inside a pub that had an open wall towards the centre of the square. I swam as fast as I could.

The feeling of seeing those two. I will never forget it. They weren't trapped at all. They sat quietly at the bar. They turned at me and I saw their cold eyes, the only cold thing I ever saw in that place.They just stared at me and I couldn't move. I tried, I really did, but couldn't.

I started to float towards the surface, but so slowly, I would never reach it in time. I flipped myself on my back so I could see your face on the other side of the surface. That time, I started to panic. And I heard music. Beautiful music. Piano.

I calmed down, surrendered. I could hear nothing else than the piano. I never heard any other instrument nor sound nor voices. Just the piano. I saw the water around me and it looked beautiful. The time slowed down, as in a slow-motion movie. I felt the water go through my hair, and all was so pretty.

I still heard the piano, but beside it, I also began to hear my heartbeats. Slowing down. Slower goes my heart and disappears. The music fades out and I hear my last beat. But I feel no sorrow. I saved you.





This is an actual dream I saw. I merely wrote it down. The funny thing is, when I heard the last beat, last piano sound, I woke up. I woke up to find my earphones frogotten on, Woke up to find they were playing the exact song I heard in my dream. The exact same part of it. The part where there's only piano, in the beginning.


Oh, and don't go bitching about grammar. I don't gve a shit. I just write for the fun of it. And I couldn't care less if someone has some correcting. It's my text. Not yours.