So yeah I had to write something, even though I haven't written anything in so long, McCarter inspires me so! Just a small ficlet.
Doug breathed in slowly as he went back over the previous night's dream. Post it notes, moving slightly in the wind and a village suddenly alive, flashing by as he ran. He didn't dare open his eyes worried it would fade away too quickly. He could feel the bright sunlight on his face as the events backtracked and replayed again, climbing the stone steps two at a time, laughing so much it hurt, kisses taking his breath away…
He silently cursed his imagination for creating such beautiful moments, materialised straight from his deepest hopes. The night that followed was one that really did belong only in his dreams, obviously he didn't have much to compare it too but his dream like self knew it was completely right, the best kind of completely right.
"John-Paul," He breathed as the moments relived themselves.
"Mmm?"
Doug's eyes snapped open as he sat up in bed with a start. His bedroom was silently calm and the same as always. It took him a couple of seconds to notice the strewn clothing lost in passionate disregard and the fact he wasn't alone. He had to stop himself shouting out with disbelief and joy, he hadn't been dreaming, John Paul was lying beside him, smiling, making Doug feel sick with a mix of emotions he couldn't quite comprehend this early "Hi," was all he could get out.
John-Paul just laughed sleepily "Hi, everything okay?"
Are you kidding me? "Yeah," Doug replied with a smile, not quite believing this.
"Well then, come back here," John-Paul said reaching out for Doug "I've got something to tell you,"