A/N: I've received a lot of good feedback from the first chapter, so thanks. Sorry for the short chapters, but they should be getting longer soon.

Chap 2: A dream or something more?

My eyes closed, filtering out the light of the stars that continue to come through the window. Drifting away into a gentle slumber, all my worries and fears are forgotten. "Night Cody," were the last words to escape my lips that night. All the time in the same room made it a habit for me. Sometimes I swear I could hear a response from within my own mind.

I wondered where he was now. Was he enjoying the start of summer as much as me? Had his school gotten out the same time? Was he still the straight A student he always was? So many things could change in two years. I was too sleepy to keep thinking

I began lifting my eyes and saw a figure standing over me. In the darkness, he was hard to describe but as he saw me awaken, he gently sat on my bed. It was like looking at myself as I saw the same blond hair I see everyday in the mirror. He smiled at me as I gently began sitting up.

"Cody?" I groggily asked. He simply nodded at me in response. I could see into his eyes a similar happiness that I felt. However, I could also feel a slight pain. "Wait, is this just another dream?" I asked.

"Yea, it is," he responded. I had been able to catch myself dreaming before, but never like this. Normally I would just wake myself back up and try to dream of something less emotional, but why had this dream Cody admitted he wasn't real. If the real one was here, maybe he could explain. "This is a dream, but I am real." Now I have officially lost it. Dreaming about your twin makes sense but when that twin tells you it is a dream and then claims to be real, that is when you need to see Dr. Phil or something.

"What is going on here?"

"Don't try to think about it too much; otherwise your mind will wake you up." This keeps getting stranger. How is it possible for him to be real when this is only a dream? It does sound like him though. Not just the voice but also the words. Wait, he told me not to think, so I guess I will just listen to him.

"If you are real, then what are you doing in my dream."

"Wake up early and go to the park," he said, "And I mean my definition of early, not just before noon."

"Why?" As I asked that last question, I felt myself being torn from the dream. My mind could not process all of this information while remaining in the dream world. He along with my room began to fade. It was as if I was seeing but I could feel that my eyes were closed. I could move my real body along with the one in the dream. The border between sleep and reality was soon crossed and I found myself alone in my room once again. I gazed at the clock and noticed it was only four in the morning.

I should probably just ignore the dream. Why would this one be any different? What if it is though? If Cody really wants me to go to the park, why shouldn't I listen? If it's nothing, then all I will lose is a couple hours of sleep.

Leaning over, I set my alarm to wake me in a couple more hours. Until then, hopefully I can get some relaxing sleep.

Why does the alarm clock have to be so annoying? Couldn't it just wake me up without making that annoying sound? Still half asleep, I reached over and hit buttons on it until it turned off. I climbed out of bed and saw it was still dark outside. Cody, you are the only one I will get up this early during the summer for.

I turned the light on and walked over to my closet. After changing clothes, I walked down the stars to see my parents eating breakfast.

"You're up early Zack," Bruce said.

"Yea, my friend wanted me to meet him in the park." I thought it was best not to tell him I was only going because my dream told me to. They had always been willing to entertain my thoughts of seeing Cody again, as long as it didn't go too far. This time, they didn't need to know.

"You want some breakfast before we leave for work?"

"No thanks, Victoria. I'll find something when I get back."

"Careful honey. Love you," she said as I exited the door. The sun had just begun to rise as I left our house. It wasn't anything spectacular, just a three-bedroom house. My sister and I had our rooms upstairs while my parents' room kitchen and living room were downstairs.

As I walked along the sidewalk, I could tell it was going to be another hot day. Sweat was already dripping down my face from the short walk to the park.

Gazing around the area, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. All right Cody, why did you want me to come here?