My Highest Dream
High upon a tree sat a man, his eyes closed and head tilted back. He could feel every shift of the wind, hear every caw of every bird as they glided by. He could almost see the land below him through his closed eyes, the people and every thing else land bound would seem like ants to his soaring body.
He felt like he was flying.
He would have stayed up on his branch all day, imagining how it would feel to be able to fly along side the birds, but his friend Mat, who he was staying with for the time being, came out of the little wooden house that he resided in and called up to him that is was 'lunch already so get your ass down here!'
He sighed. While, yes, he would love to stay up there if only for a little longer, he could not ignore his ever growing need for food.
Taking one more fleeting glance at the carefree animals of the sky he had grown to love, he slowly started his decent of the enormous tree.
Thump. Thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Bang!
"There you are. What took you so damn long, eh?" The blonde looked up at the new arrival from putting home made hamburgers on the small dinning table.
"Sorry. I was... Day dreaming?" The albino was not quite sure what to call what he had been doing, so settled on that.
"Day dreaming Be careful there, otherwise it's gonna be a question and I clearly have no clue what the hell you were doing." Akbar sighed as Mat started muttering under his breathe, probably about how Akbar thinks too much of him.
Akbar thought back to his time in the tree, was he day dreaming? Was it some thing else?
...Yes, definitely some thing else.
"Are you gonna sit or what?" Mat snapped, stirring Akbar from his internal musing. Akbar had not noticed Mat sit down at the table, or that he had been staring at Akbar for a bit.
"Sorry." Akbar muttered softly, finally taking a seat.
Mat and Akbar ate quietly, a comfortable silence engulfing the warm dinning area, it was like this every time they ate.
Though one of them felt the need to talk arise. So setting down his utensils, Mat cleared his throat, Akbar looked up at him, still chewing his half eaten burger.
"Uh... What's your favourite dream?" Mat questioned, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. Akbar just stared at Mat, it was not like him to ask personal things, he just was not the type.
"H-Hey! Don't look at me like that! I was just trying to be friendly, y'know..." Mat's sentence trailed off in the end.
"My favourite dream? I guess..." Akbar adopted a thinking pose, he had a lot of dreams, not all of them necessarily good, but one or two nice ones here and there.
He thought long and hard about the answer, he had never really pondered upon this subject before.
Then the answer came to him.
It was so blindingly obvious, it almost hurt.
To be frank on Mat's part he had started eating again after assuming that Akbar took his sudden question the wrong way and thus was not going to answer.
It was too bad really, he had looked up guides on getting to know others and every thing! One of the sites offered a list of questions that would help get to know the other person, this had been his favourite one.
He had been quite curious.
"My favourite dreams are the ones where I'm flying." Akbar suddenly said, a faint smile seeming to tug at his lips.
Mat blinked, then grinned himself and decided that asking a few more of those stupid questions would not be the worst idea he has ever had.
