Sweet Nothings 3 - Of Sunsets and Dreams

WARNING: This post is not for the faint of tooth. Please have a toothache drop ready or a pain killer, just in case. For those with diabetes, have your dose of Momordica Charantia first before reading. (Nyahahaha! :P)
 

His heart literally jumped when his phone vibrated; it was a message from C—a morning greeting. P told C that he already had breakfast and that he had a dream. After telling him about the dream, C texted him and it read:

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It goes a little something like this...

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I dreamt of you last night. The scenery is rustic, idyll.

We were at the countryside and the sun is about to set. I’m driving a convertible, and I remember looking at you every now and then while driving.

Your eyes are closed, wind is blowing on your face, and you’re smiling. Your countenance, sweet demeanor look serene.

I wanted to kiss you…

Then, I woke up having this light, floating feeling.

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Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

~Sunrise, Sunset (Fiddler on the Roof, Act I)