New York city better known as the centre of the universe, the big apple, fashion town or as I called it, noisy city!!, but I live here , and after a few years living in my own in this big, noisy city I am now used to this and I also called it home, My name is Gabriella Montez. I'm a writer or reporter , actually both , I work for a magazine and in my free time I write books, am kind of famous, it's just that nobody knows its me who writes the best seller books, I always use an nickname, you must think I have an amazing life, well now I do, but no so far ago it wasn't that great, love seemed no find my door, even I was someone who everybody in the fashion bizz respected , my personal life was a mess, but let me tell you about that.
As a writer I always find inspiration in fantasy and desire, but several months ago, I found something interesting in my own life, in the beginning I didn't think it was interesting I though because I didn't have someone in my life I kept dreaming about a couple, for a week, it was ok but more than that? That was…interesting.
Every night I saw them in my dreams, most like I saw him, I couldn't see her face but sometime I felt like I was in her skin , feeling his lips all ever her body, i can tell she had long black hair, and him well ...him, those gorgeous blue eyes and that perfect body have made me fell for him, too bad he was only in my dreams.
The weirdest thing about the whole thing it that I've dreamed about them in every single place even time you can imagine but it went beyond me dreams.
It was February, lovers month, and I was having my regular dose from them, the were in a ranch, exactly in the stall, she was a employer there , you could tell by the clothes she was wearing, a old long black dress, you know just like the housekeepers used to wear in the XIX century , random thing because she is always so fancy, and him, well I lost in his eyes as they lost them selves in the night , but as usually the went their separate ways in the morning.
I can almost hear both of their hearts stopping as they walked away form each other just to break in million pieces as they try to go on their lives... I feel sorry for them, will they ever be happy? I know it's just a dream, but see their broken hearts every night, in some point it started getting in me.
I woke up, I wiped my tears , I look to my window already morning , which meant work, it was around 9 am, I got up ,took a shower, got dressed and drove work, my mornings are always the same , I parked my car, and as I walked trough my office door my secretary had already a bunch of phone calls for me, but unusually my day was empty , well almost I only had an exposition in a gallery, surely some guy who thinks that spread paint its abstract art.
So I let myself fell in my chair, and I tried to pass the time, but in my thoughts I fell asleep, and obviously I dreamed about them, this time they seemed to be running away, the were carrying only few things in a clearly improvised bag, next to a waterfall the found a hut, after an awkward silence she started to cry he handled it to calm her down , by doing the best thing they know or should I said the only thing the know how to.
They were lying there in a corner in each other arms, in his eyes you could saw that he was enjoying the moment like it was the last, and it was, before she woke up, he left, leaving her alone.
I snapped out my dream because my phone rang, it was my cousin remaining me the meeting with her the next day, I also saw the time, it was near to 2 pm so I took my purse and everything I needed from my office and was ready to leave, when I was in the parking lot I remembered the address of the gallery I left the post it in my desk so I came back took it and drove home. Once there i eat and got ready for the gallery.
I walked inside, getting bored with every step; I looked up and went shocked, there were landscapes all over the place, but not any landscapes, all the scenery I have dreamed about but how? The only thing I could do was run, run from there, so I went home in my way I reviewed the last minutes in my head maybe this guy dream about them as well so the first thin I did when I got home was look for the author of the exposition and I found it , TROY BOLTON