I hope you all enjoy this short fic!
7/2/2014: Edits.
Dreams
I woke up in the middle of the night because of a crazy dream I just had. I couldn't possibly tell you what it was about—you know, privacy and stuff—but if I could, it would be immediately clear that something was wrong with me. These thoughts won't stop replaying over and over again in my head; no matter when, where, or how—they're always about... her.
After mentally groaning for what seemed like hours, I decided to go back to sleep. When I put my head back down on my pillow, my mind seemed to be even more active. I couldn't think of anything else besides her again—the way she smiled, the way she laughed...
"WHY CAN'T YOU GET OUT OF MY HEAD, DAWN?" I screamed into my pillow.
Creeaaaaak.
...Someone got out of bed. I pretended to be asleep, praying to Arceus that no one heard what I said. A few seconds later, I heard a tapping noise that gradually became louder—footsteps against the wooden floor. Whoever it was approached the side of my bed. There was a soft, steady breathing over my head. I didn't know who it was but it had to be either Brock or Dawn.
Pikachu is right next to me and the other Pokémon are in their Pokéballs... Brock is a really heavy sleeper so I doubt that he would be awake. So, it had to be Dawn.
I opened my eyes slightly, just enough for me to see her figure in the darkness. Her deep breaths were unusually calming. A faint scent of lavender penetrated the air.
"I know you're not awake right now," Dawn whispered, "but you mean a lot to me... I can't actually explain the emotions I've been feeling myself."
Dawn sighed. "You make it really hard for me to explain my feelings, you know! I just wish you weren't so dense! I just thought I'd get this off my chest by telling you... even if you can't hear me."
I could see her start to move closer, and closer, and even closer to my face. I almost blurted out in surprise, but I was able to suppress it. Her soft lips brushed my cheek and stayed there for a couple seconds before leaving, instantly making me feel colder. She shuffled back to her bed, and then there was nothing but silence.
My sweet dreams once again returned. Never again was I worrying about that girl because I finally knew that she felt the same as I did. I'd still have to make it difficult for Dawn to truly explain her feelings, but whenever she did, I know the answer I'd give her.