Four after midnight

Do you ever wonder what triggers our dreams? Why does a certain scene appears, while we are asleep? And what's the point of dreams anyway?

I had no idea where I was. There was nothing around to tell me. And no one. I had this annoying feeling inside of me that kept torturing me. As if I had to be some place else. Only I had no idea what that place was or how to get there.

I thought I heard someone calling my name. Suddenly I could see the road ahead of me. White lines, going into the darkness. The feeling that I had to go became stronger, so I started walking. Line after line... I could hear the voice getting louder as I kept going. After a while I couldn't wait anymore. I had to get there as fast as I could. I didn't even know where I was going, but the voice felt so familiar.

It was only after a second that I stopped and had to fight for my breath. I could feel my heart racing with my thoughts and above all with how much I missed hearing his voice as he called my name. He made it sound like the sweetest thing in the universe. As he was looking at me, his eyes were looking at his whole world. His touch, so gentle and yet strong, as if he never wanted to let me go...

I couldn't waste any more time. I had to keep going. Line after line, until I finally get there. There was nothing else in the darkness. Just me, running... Following his voice and the white lines that would bring me back to him... that would bring me home...

I opened my eyes and I was still in my room. It was a full moon and the silver light was coming through my window. I didn't even have to look at the clock to say that it was four after midnight again and I was having that same dream. Ever since he had been gone, I kept dreaming about going back home... They say home is where your heart is and well... Mine was with him. So all I had to do was follow the white lines and hope I get back home on time, before someone else does. But not tonight. Tomorrow, when it's four after midnight again. That's the time when I miss him the most. That's the time when I felt safe, having his arms around me. And I kinda wish he had never let me go.