"Sometimes we only live for the here and now
Sometimes we're lonely
Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded"
"Spiral" Godsmack
Eyes (Prologue)
"Why do I bother to close my eyes? I know what I will see and it will most certainly be you."
Harry nonetheless took it upon himself to close his eyes, trying to get some rest – it was late and he was very tired. But that dream he knew he would have made it hard. That dream just wouldn't let him be.
Visions of a gray-eyed blonde, a beautiful boy – but these dreams were not pleasant, they were not worth dreaming. They were visions of unfullfuillable lust, evil dreams dancing with promises of passion about the edges.
Slowly sleep overtook Harry's conciousness and his mind began to find itself in a familiar place, a field not yet fully formed; it never was and Harry knew sadly, it never would be. The sides of his vision saw pleasing shades of green grass and leaves, violet flowers and daisies, perhaps a tree in passing. But it was all never quite there.
Just like Draco. Always teasing, flaunting, taunting.
Dancing always out of reach. Something Harry could never have.
Harry woke up unhappily, but what was the point in dreaming farther? A check of the clock supplied the hour – a dismaying four am. Hours yet to breakfast, hours left that should be occupied with actual, useful, blissful sleep.
He faintly remembered something from years ago. Dudley had had a bad nightmare and woke Aunt Petunia, who told him to "turn over your pillow to chase the nightmare away."
It wasn't that Draco was a nightmare. It was just something extremely confusing. Harry flipped his pillow over anyway. He lay, face down. The cool fabric felt nice on his skin and before he could manage to think, ruefully, that Aunt Petunia might be on to something, he was back to sleep.
And almost instantly, he was back in his dream field, but something was different.