Alice and I were lying next to each other on the small bed in our room. It was merely a prop, but it served a good purpose when Alice would dress up Bella or Nessie. I would also use it to read and write, trying to stay secluded. Alice disapproved, but I couldn't help but think of myself as the outcast.
Her light fingers were running down the buttons on my shirt. She sighed. I could feel it- she was curious. She pulled the dark blue sheet up to cover her shoulder.
"What do you miss most?" She asked quietly. I was surprised she interrupted the silence. I closed my book.
"Pardon?" I said, rolling over and staring into her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"What do you miss the most of your human life?" Her lips barely moved with the words, she was very serious. It was almost a sense of calm she provided me like this.
I thought for a moment. There was nothing like the feeling of adrenaline in my veins at the lines, and the feeling of fear from another human. I didn't miss my unacceptable vision and senses, and I didn't miss the war. "I think... I think it's the dreams." I replied, pulling her closer to my. Alice fit perfectly beside me, my perfect match. She was like a tiny porcelain doll.
"Dreams? Like?" Alice said. She didn't remember her past very well, and all she knew was darkness.
"Dreams... I miss the feeling of weightlessness. In my dreams- I was the alpha. Anything I didn't like, I could change. There was hardly any pain, and anything could happen. Love... Happiness... Pleasure..." I stroked her glossy black hair and sighed.
"Do you miss any particular dream?" She pressed. I shrugged.
"My memories are dim. I don't remember any to the precise detail. Some memorable ones are still in here somewhere." I tapped my temple. "But I miss one. It's difficult to remember. All I know is that it happened a few nights before I was changed. I was holding the hand of a faceless woman. I must have dreamt of it because of one of my soldiers talking about his wife and kids at home... I also remember me writing a letter home, saying not to worry. And that I loved them so much, I felt like crying when I woke up... It was the feeling of having someone to call your own. It was a dream."
Alice's feelings confused me. She was sad... and she felt a twinge of jealousy. "You don't honestly believe I still want that, do you?" I asked my tone incredulous.
She didn't respond. I sat up, knocking my book off the bed with my legs, and pulled my porcelain doll into my arms. I buried my face in her neck, the soft strands of hair tickling my face. "If I had the ability to dream again... It wouldn't ever come to that again. I have you, Alice. Even if I hadn't changed, I doubt I would have been as lucky as to find someone that means as much as you do to me." I kissed the pearly white skin below her ear.
She sighed. "I just can't help but think that you had thought that way. I always thought you had your mind on combat." From what I could see, she was biting her bottom lip.
I shrugged. "I did. But now, I have all this empty space in my head because I can't dream. That's where I have you."
"But if you could dream?" Alice asked, taking my hand and pressing it against her dormant heart.
I leaned back against the wall. "I would dream of you... And I would dream of love, and I would also dream that this life would not be so difficult for me." I chaffed my other hand against the bare skin of her arm. "And I'm not even afraid to admit that I'm unhealthily obsessed with you."
The feelings radiating off of her were jubilant and bashful. She dropped my hand from her chest and leaned back against me. "I want to dream..." She said. I didn't know if she meant to talk to me, so I was still.
I didn't know how long passed. We sat in silence for what seemed like hours. I did truly miss the sleep and the dreams... It was a sort of peacefulness. But with Alice, it felt like I was dreaming. Felt like I was dreaming a soft, happy, love story.