It took me forever to find a song. Here, this will be short. I want keep re-reading Harry Potter & The Death Halls.
I think this is the longest song name ever.
The Provide The Paint For The Picture Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint On The Inside Of Your Eyelids Streetlight Manifesto
Eli's POV:
So, I had a dream.
And it was filled with colors. Mostly crystal blue. (Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Well, you're right.)
The colors strangely reminded me of Clare. The dream had colors like pink and denim, even though denim isn't a color. Well, when you're dreaming, anything is possible.
Pink and denim was what Clare wore that day. I know, stalker-ish, right?
I saw reddish light brown colors, and knew it was Clare's hair.
And all of that mixed together into a sort of a masterpiece.
Clare.
She was the muse for my dreams, you could say. She appeared in almost everyone of them, and from the start that I met her, I began to remember my dreams more. I never used to remember my dreams. They were all just a big blur-this one was about that weird joke someone made, a song I heard, the way it took me 30 minutes to get my ring off-anything. The dream part of my brain was acting as if it were a McDonalds hiring anybody to get staff. This was like my dream because my "dream" part of my brain was desperate for an idea to dream about.
Clare helped that. Now, I had a reason to dream.
And I smiled into my pillow every night.
FYI, the story is based on the title, not the lyrics.
I will be posting a really good chapter on this story soon- the song is "Roadside," by Rise Against.
Check out my other story- More Than Just Acting-it's better than this story.
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