Sebastian often had to bicker with his master to go to sleep at night, now it was 'just after this packet' or 'almost done.' He was curious as to what had his master more agreeable to go to bed, perhaps it was that he was realizing that his days were easier and not as irritating with more sleep. Whatever it was it made Sebastian's job over his Young Master just a tad bit easier.

The truth behind the matter was, Ciel was enjoying pleasant dreams. Expect for the thunder stormed nights, they were filled with a pleasant illusion that had the boy long for something, or a matter of fact someone. Each dream for the past three months have been filled with a girl, she was ordinary, nothing spectacular. She had brown hair, and eyes, pale skin to the point her arms had shown her veins to a rather unpleasant degree. But she had this smile, he feel in love with the simple thing.

Each dream seemed to show her with her friends, or family members. She was a bundle of sweetness and joy when people weren't pushing her buttons. Ciel could never hear her birth name but the name that her friends called her was Drake.

Something that struck him odd was their clothing, the women wore men's clothing more often than not, and no one cared about showing their ankles or legs. In fact a lot of the people showed them off, frankly seeing this world in his mind made legs not very appealing. Drake kept her legs covered more often than not, but when she did show them, Ciel always thought she looked cute.

Drake often went to the shooting range with her friend who they called, Master. Master wasn't that different from Drake, dark brown hair, Dark brown eyes, and tan skin. She also was a tad taller than Drake, not much though.

Those to seemed to always be together, and it sort of reminded the boy of him and Sebastian.

In Ciel's dreams, if Drake was with her family, she was so quite and distant. It wasn't only her fault, but the family seemed to just pass her along not really caring where she was, except her mother. She would always make sure she was well enough, the girl never really gave indication to how she was feeling other than pain, boredom, and anger.

She would have a device in her ear at all times, and faintly Ciel would hear music, most of the time he would question it but he rather like the tunes.

Drake was the reason he hated it, when Sebastian awoke him in the morning. Soon the young lord found himself comparing her to his fiancé, when she would come over. Every little action was compared, and frankly sometimes he had to stop himself from asking why wasn't she more down to earth.

He had seen Drake always say what was on her mind even if it made no sense, it had influenced her recluse friend, Master, even spit acid on more than one occasion.

Ciel sighed, his dreams would stay dreams. That is all they will ever be, nothing but figments of his imagination, a desire that will never be realized.

During his art lessons, he found himself drawing her face from his memory, the teacher often encouraged him drawing live portraits, so he did. He drew her friends separate, and together, in servant and master outfits, their pets.

In music lessons, when he could choose the piece, he found himself playing a favorite song of Drake's, Broken, Whispers in the Dark, Comatose, Angel with a shotgun, How do you love someone, among the few. It took quite a bit of his personal time to make the songs playable sheets, but he had enjoyed it, and never let anyone see them.

It was starting to frighten him, how much he knew of his dream world. Though he realized he didn't care, he would enjoy this dream world, and all of their strangeness for the time he had on earth.

Besides, it helped him sleep at night.