EPOV:
She looked at me quizzically when I rubbed her hand, and it left me feeling confused. Shouldn't my subconscious just accept whatever I do? But this was not the case; instead, Bella has an expression of her face which suggests to me that she has no idea why I am showing her such tender affection.
Yeah, I know, it's pathetic to love something conjured out of the recesses of your imagination – but I can't help it. Bella is everything I wish for in a real woman, everything that is not present in my real life, everything that my mind and my body yearns for and everything that I would do anything to have. But alas, she is only in my mind, and I must be content with this. Must be, yet, am struggling to be as the time passes.
My day was ridiculously shitty and it's made me feel appreciative towards Bella – I knew if I explained my situation she'd be there with hugs and light touches. But I've rarely speak to her about my real life – if she is a figment of my mind, shouldn't she have known everything already?
Her favourite animal is a phoenix, so I created a majestic fire-and-sunshine colored one and slid it beside her to cheer myself up. I knew it'd make her laugh, and her laugh soothes me. Acknowledging this makes me feel like a creep, so I don't.
She straddled it, conjuring reigns out of the air and winding them around the neck of the mythical creature. Bella starts trotting around gleefully, before dragging the reigns to signal up to the phoenix. I join her on my favourite dragon, a large red one with a black snout and shiny horns. We dance and glide through the air on our mounts, delighted in each others presence and I'm relieved that I've been blessed with this escapism. I don't know what I'd do without her presence in my dreams, I'd probably go as insane as all of the other hard-working doctors at the hospital.
I mean don't get me wrong, I loved the kids and I loved knowing that I made the world a better place, but sometimes its too much. Sometimes you just need someone to fill your soul with orange bubbles of energy, to erase that black hole called loneliness. Ironically I do have someone like that back in real life, but somehow she doesn't seem as adequate as the goddess laughing down at me right now.
"Why so serious, Edwart?" She called down at me, using the infuriating nickname she made up for me. I growled back at her, pulling on the reigns of my dragon in order to become level with her in the air.
"Oh Bella, your pimples just pull all of the joy out of my world, like a vacuum," I retorted, making her laugh in outrage and kick her phoenix lightly so it spat a scope of fire into me. I knew she was self conscious about her appearance, an absolutely bizarre concept, so I made fun of her as often as possible so she'd stop taking her insecurities as seriously. Not to mention how enjoyable it is for me, Bella got the cutest look on her face when she got angry, her nose even sometimes began to twitch.
My dragon, I named him Firebreath – sue me, sometimes I'm not the most creative guy – dove down to avoid the incoming blaze of fury, only just avoiding it. In return he kicked at the phoenix, distorting its place in the air current, sending the enormous creature plummeting down. I reprimanded Firebreath quickly before voluntarily falling off of him, stretching my arms out into wings and diving sharply in order to catch Bella.
Though as always Bella proves she can handle herself. She transformed herself into a mythical water bird, taking me into her gullet as I've unknowingly dived straight into it, and I felt the most unpleasant sensation of being swallowed. Quickly I conjured an oxygen tank and bit into the mouthpiece, allowing me to breathe within Bella's stomach that was all water.
I felt her laughing as the whole stomach shook wildly, even more as her giggles have obviously taken over her. I muttered an oath, contrasting with the shit-eating grin on my face. Though how to get out of here without hurting her, I've got no clue.
Alas, I remembered a Spongebob Episode that one of my patients forced me to watch while on a night-shift at the clinic. I begin to tickle every crevice softly, all over the stomach and what parts of the throat I could reach, then faster and faster until it felt as if my world was caving it was shaking so hard. My insides suddenly get pulled into a direction, though which I had no clue because at this point I had lost all sense of everything, and I heard a loud ACHOO!
I exploded out of her wetly, with her liquid stomach acids all over my clothes and hair. A parachute formed behind my back as I sunk slowly into the ground, lying flat on my face when I got there.
"Edward?" She asked, still not being able to stifle her giggles. I erased the smile from my face and said mournfully, "Bella... I'm hurt."
"What? Where? What happened?" She rolled me over hastily and analysed every feature of my body, checking for injuries.
"What happened? You swallowed me!" I yelled, jumping up and pinning her quickly while she was distracted.
"Are you going to make me pay?" She said, all trace of worry fading from her tone. Her eyes sparkled and I saw her thighs press together out of the corner of my eye. Oh..
"And how would you propose I do that?" I replied, shifting my hands so they were over her wrists, above her head. My eyes darted to her rising breasts quickly but shifted back hopefully before she noticed.
"I see you've already got ideas," she said, her smiling becoming wider. Yeah, she noticed.
"No, not at all," I told her, my head leaning in involuntarily as my eyes had zoned in to her luscious lips. They were a soft pink bow, one that I've wanted wrapped around me for far too long to remember. She tilted her head to meet mine, her mouth opening in a soft sigh that caused my pants to..
Of course I woke up. Right at that moment. This has happened every single time we've tried anything, and frankly, it got me pissed. Beyond pissed. No amount of time with Vaseline and a tissue has erased the anger I've felt after this moment, and I doubt it will this time either.
It's seven in the morning, the time I've woken up every day for the past three years. I put some pants and a shirt on after completing my post-Bella routine, and lean over to check my phone, lying on my beside table, for messages from the hospital. Unfortunately I did have messages, but not from there.
Eddie baby, Giovanni's tonight at eight? See ya xx
Tanya. I don't know what I've ever seen in that woman, I'm thinking now that she was just someone I picked up in my most woeful moment -when I resented Bella for not existing. But now she's like a parasite, completely fixated on me and probably my wallet. Maybe I wouldn't care so much if she didn't order me around to an insane extent, but I guess she's just used to being obeyed by other suckers. Me included, but not for long.
I sighed and laced up my running shoes, intending to go jogging as is per my routine at this time of the morning. It got the tension out of me and my blood pumping, which is important since I don't have much these days to shoot my veins with adrenaline. A good fuck is what I need as I'm constantly told by my friends, which is probably true, a good open pair of legs, a twinkling smile and dark brown hair...
I forced my mind back to my the present. I was sick of thinking about her all the fucking time. I need someone real.
After the run I had breakfast and made my daily trek to work, saying asking the receptionist, Barbara how she was before putting my belongings in my office.
"Carla's here to see you," a nurse, Rosalie, informed me, and I smiled. Carla was a nice kid and she usually succeeded in lifting my spirits.
A crown of blonde hair peeked at me through the door, before I saw the smiling face. "Hi Doctor Ed!" She squealed, almost running into the room and sprawling over the patients chair.
"I take it someone's feeling all better," I said, the corners of my lips curving as her enthusiasm spread to me.
"Yup, Mom just said we needed to make sure," She replied, her legs swinging below the chair. Though they stilled for a moment before she asked, "Are you okay Doctor Ed?"
"Just some troubling dreams Carls, nothing as bad as my little sister stealing my dolls in the middle of the night," I said, anticipating the giggle that erupted out of her.
"It's true though she does steal them I swear!" A frown graced her face as she thought of her mortal nemesis. "But ya know, as Cinderella said, a dream is a wish your heart makes," she offered sagely, forgetting her enemy and bobbing her head up and down. Don't I know it.
