Chapter 1: Is this a dream?

Warm light entered from partially open curtains, crawling slowly the small bed that stood near the window. Eventually, the light made its way to white soft locks in the middle of blankets and pillows. The owner of the crown of white hair didn't seem to notice the presence of the morning light at first, but as time passed the overall brightness made him come back to his senses.

Allen slowly opened his eyes, only to be followed by a yawn and a groan. Damn, my head, he thought as he detangled himself of his sheet.

He woke up with a slight headache, which was a recurrent thing since a couple of months ago. He had considered going to see a doctor, but decided against it. He wasn't fond of hospitals or doctors in general, especially after the accident. However, they would probably say something about his PTS or exhaustion and make him stay in bed and give him medications, which was of course not factible for Allen. He had to work, for God's sake! It is not easy to live alone and save for his future studies, not to mention his debt-racking uncle that would come back to this country sporadically and live within his expenses. He had to admit it, though, the overall idea of more sleep and some days off was taunting. Lately, he had been waking up a little tired everyday, and it would probably go away with more sleep. Who knows?

Finished with that long line of thought, he let his current surroundings dawn on him. Well, it was Sunday, one of the most chilling days of the week; he didn't have to work, but he had to do some laundry and he also had to look for some piano compositions to play next week.

He raised his arms above his head and stretched out. He stood up and opened the curtains, taking a brief moment to watch the blue sky, wind tenderly caressing leaves and the hair of the people in the streets. A peaceful morning, indeed.

The day went by rather uneventful, he finished washing and drying his clothes, he went to get some groceries and met Link along the way. Link was the landlord's right hand. You know, the type of neighbor who knows everyone, and what they do for a living and always attends neighbors' meetings. He was a nice guy, he would always try to help him if he asked for help and Allen couldn't be more grateful for that. He didn't stop to talk though, Link was carrying some boxes to god knows where, and he didn't want to distract him.

After buying groceries, he made a quick stop in a drugstore to buy some sleeping pills. He still believed these recurring headaches he had in the morning were because his brain wasn't actually resting well. A simple and not so accurate idea, but he was no doctor, so that would have to do for that day.

He eventually cooked dinner and after being done with the dishes, he started looking for a composition to play next week. He played piano almost every Saturday in Vulcan's cafe. He was grateful he could play piano and make some money out of it. It was way better than sitting in a cubicle, typing lots of numbers and constantly checking information. The latter, his former job, helped him make a living, but his real passion was music, and hopefully one day he'd be able to dedicate entirely to it.

After giving the composition a double approval and two quick readings, he went to sleep, not before taking one of the sleeping pills he bought earlier.

The all so familiar process of entering slumber started. However that night was really different, he felt like he was awake, although the darkness with no street lights invading his room stated the opposite. He tried to move, but he felt like he weighed a ton. So what... am I in one of those weird dreams?

He had heard a bit of what lucid dreaming feels like, but he was never as interested as Miranda was. Yet, it seemed he was entering one, but he wasn't too sure. Oh well, let's see how this goes. It isn't like something from there can actually hurt him, right? And it should be fun, seeing as how people always said you can control what you do in there. Maybe he could try flying or something along the way.

Clearing up his head a bit more, and after his eyes were starting to receive information, he stood up, cleaning himself of the mud that he just noticed was previously covering him.

It was dark, but you could see dim blue glowing at some parts. Allen couldn't distinguish what the little pieces of light formed as a whole, his vision still blurred and eyelids heavy as if he was just waking up from a very long dream.

While he was searching for a exit he stumbled, not really used to his legs and body in general. After fully removing the mud, he felt somewhat lighter, the sensation of his arms and legs foreign to him. Although he could see his arms and legs, he had a feeling something was different. It felt like if he was somehow being hold by a string around his hips.

Just as he was about to follow one of the dim lights, he heard light trotting, followed by some voices not very far from his current location. He didn't know how to react at first, who were those people? He quickly gathered himself and started walking far from the voices as quiet as he could be. He felt anxious, but he didn't know why. Were those people going to hurt him? Yes, this was a dream, but he would rather avoid seeing gruesome things, he really didn't need that.

It was of no use, apparently, because he felt a soft hand poking at his shoulder. He turned around and saw a girl, about his same age, holding a blue glowing stick that lifted up some of the darkness in the area. He noticed she had dark green hair and beautiful purple eyes, but what surprised him the most was her voice. Soft and warm, like a lullaby, and it formulated a question.

"What are you doing here?"

And the world was engulfed in darkness. And he woke up to a white ceiling.

Still laid down, he took a deep breath and checked his phone. 4:30 a.m., huh? The pill did quite the opposite thing of what he wanted, waking him up in the middle of his sleep for the first time in years.

He gently lifted his left hand to his right shoulder, where the girl in his dreams had touched him. The area was a little bit damp, and he shivered for reasons not so clear to him, it felt so real. But he decided to ignore this, he had to go to work later, so he might as well sleep those few hours that were left. And so, he went back to sleep, this time to a dreamless sleep.

Hello! Miranda here~ And this is my first fanfiction ever (oh god I'm so nervous heeee). I actually have a list of fanfiction ideas/plots/AUs and now I'm gonna start writing them! Please note I learned English in high school, and although I do use it to talk to people, my writing skills may be... not so good, and I write most of this in mobile devices, so forgive me for any mistake you may see. Also, my favorite pairing of all times is Yullen, so most of my fanfictions will be of them (also I believe I know them more than any of my other ships... kinda? Good lord please help me)