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Chapter 5: Wonderwall

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you

But I don't know how

Because maybe

You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all

You're my wonderwall

BPOV

I groaned, the light was simply too bright. Slowly, I raised my hand to shield my eyes, squeezing them shut behind the brightness of the morning. Reflexively, my legs stretched out, my thighs lengthening, then my calves, and finally my toes curling and uncurling as my back arched slightly backwards. It was at this moment that I became aware of several things at once.

I was back in the meadow, the grass tickled my toes as they stretched and my arm as it covered my eyelids. The cooling summer breeze wafted through my hair, gently pushing it behind my neck and falling lighting between my shoulder blades.

As my eyes adjusted, I peered downwards through my thick lashes at the odd and unfamiliar blanket I was wrapped in. Besides the fact that I could not recall returning to the meadow, I also was unable to remember where this blanket had come from. Everything about it was unfamiliar to me – from the sensation of the fabric against my skin, the bright coloring, or the design. During my apparent memory lapse, I had disrobed and was completely naked beneath this odd blanket. Seriously, I should begin to really worry about my mental health – all these odd dreams were beginning to swirl and blur, until reality became so jumbled together with my dreams that I was unable to separate them from one another.

Very slowly, I moved towards the top edging of the blanket, it was wrapped securely around my body, tucked together securely under my arms, meeting together at my breasts. As I inspected this odd blanket, I became aware of the familiar fragrance that drifted slowly up. My heart stopped beating as I also became very aware that I was not alone. Seated behind me, was something very hard – like granite, unmovable, and cold.

My mouth suddenly became very dry, the banquet of meadow flowers and dancing grass tilted as my breathing hitched. Painfully slow, I turned my head inch by inch to look over my shoulder. My eyes met with a man's beautiful, yet pale, chest. Swallowing hard, I raised my eyes and gazed into the ever patient face of Edward.

I nearly dropped that damned blanket.

It all happened at once, I gasped in surprise, my fingers losing their grip on the blanket to cover my mouth, and then his cold hand was on me then – keeping the blanket together, while never breaking eye contact with me. "Good morning, did you sleep well?"

Mouth gaping, all I could do was nod. He was just as I remembered him, yet the memories were dull in comparison of this god-like man seated next to me. In this moment, I knew I was dreaming again. What was the last thing that I knew was real? Was it graduation? Had I graduated yet? Perhaps this was several days later? I tried to capture one point that I knew without a doubt to be real, yet could not.

Had I really pushed my delusions so far that I was now trapped inside my own mind? I snorted, and Edward raised one perfect eyebrow in surprise. This was fantastic, I had no clue where I really was, if anyone would ever find me, and how my parents would deal with this probably-expected turn of events.

"May I ask what you find humorous?"

I waved my hand around the meadow and then gestured towards him, "This! I've finally gone utterly crazy, trapped within my own mind that I can't even tell dreams from reality anymore! I wonder if I'm in my own bed, or in the truck, or at your .." I stopped, not wanting even my dream-Edward to know how I had stalked his memory.

"You think you're dreaming?"

I nodded, my sides painfully exploding in more laughter, eyes squeezed shut as tears slid down my cheeks. God, how long had it been since I had really laughed. Too long, with Jake hunting for Victoria, I rarely saw my friend anymore, the only light I had in this eternal darkness in hell. It was with this thought that I whispered his named aloud, "Ah Jake, I'm so sorry," I realized I had let him down terribly. And Charlie. And Renee. And even Edward. I had let them all down when I had retreated this far into my mind.

I looked back to Edward now, who looked alarmingly concerned. "I do not know what you mean, Bella. I assure you, this is not a dream. Do you remember last night?"

"Hmmm, I want to think I do, however I cannot recall when specifically last night was. Was it my birthday?" Perhaps this dream picked up after that fateful birthday party, only in my dream, the party had gone smoothly and we were here – together - in our meadow.

"Er, no. You're birthday was nine months ago or is another three months away. Depending to which birthday you refer to."

I thought harder, obviously there was something he wanted me to remember, something important, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "I'm sorry Ed –" I paused, swallowing the lump that had suddenly risen in my throat, threatening to betray me with a broken, hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, but I do not know what you want me to remember. Can you help me?"

As I said this, I watched his eyes go from warm honey, to dark amber, his jaw clenched, and I worried that I had said the wrong thing. He smirked then, as he whispered, "I would be happy to remind you." His lips claimed mine then, his tongue skirting my bottom lip, his hands cupping my face, blanket forgotten and slowly sliding downwards. At that moment, I felt the meadow breeze against my naked breasts and hardening nipples, and felt myself deeply blush. He chuckled against my mouth, "Remember last night, love."

Flashes of us tangled together on the meadow floor ripped through my mind. My own voice, wanton with desire, moaned, pleaded, and groaned for him. His whispers of adoration and love, his multitude of apologies, hot in my ears. Surely I had lost total connection with reality if now my dreams were trying to support one another. I was lost in the sensation of being in his arms again, of the idea of those limitations to our relationship having been removed. A heat began then, started in my stomach like butterflies expanding their wings, and then moved as a shiver into my heart, through my shoulders and to my fingertips.

"I remember," I whispered.

His head withdrew from my face; now leaving inches between us as he drank me in, his eyes searched my face, then moved down my throat to my collarbone, to the swell of my breasts, to … The blanket had dropped. Edward's eyes became hungry as they wandered my breasts, taking in each curve, dip, and swell. "God help me, I want you again…" he whispered. His voice was barely above a whisper, hungry, and throaty. In that moment, his lips captured mine again, hungry and demanding, while one hand reached out and cupped my breast. I moaned against his mouth, his touch felt amazing.

"Never wake up…" I mumbled against his lips. Before I could even speculate what I had said wrong, he was away from me, leaning against a tree a few yards away. Feeling rejected, I gathered the blanket around me as hot tears stung the corners of my eyes. Even in my dreams, he still didn't want me.

I fumbled around the grass, searching for my clothes, unwilling to look his direction. As my fingers curled, returning empty time after time, I noticed his slender white fingers curled around my clothes, arm outstretched. "T-t-thank you," I stuttered. I turned my back towards him as I awkwardly attempted to dress myself one handedly.

He sighed. "Bella, I want you." His hands cupped mine now, stilling them. "Love, this is not a dream. I cannot, in good conscience, make love to you again unless you realize this. That would be wrong on so many levels."

My fragile control was slipping, if I did not get away from him this moment, I would be unable to hold it together. "Fine, fine, it's not a dream. I'd like to get dressed now."

"Bella," he growled, turning me towards him, my tear stained cheeks now painfully evident. "Bella!" His tone was softer now, gentler as his arms wrapped around me – cradling me. "Love, please believe me when I tell you that you are awake."

"How can I believe that, when you are here? You are saying these things to me, things I know aren't true, this dream is just cruel." There, I'd said it. Perhaps now, I could return to reality, while leaving this wonderful dream behind.

"What can I do to convince you that you are not dreaming?" He practically shouted this, anger and frustration radiating from his body in waves.

His arms crushed my body to his again, one hand snaking around to deftly snatch the blanket away, the other wrapped behind my shoulders, my skin jumped as his cold flesh met my own. Determined, he leaned in for a kiss, while his free hand now molded my breast, pinching my nipple, causing involuntary moans and mews of pleasure.

"This will prove you are awake," his mouth was pressed against mine again; his tongue now demanding entry, and then thrusting into my mouth, flitting in and out, in an erotic dance. I whimpered against his lips, knowing how much a dream such as this one would cost me. As he stole my breath, I heard his faint whisper, "Save me, Bella. Only your love can save me…"