Inside The Manor

Chapter Three

I had never found it easy to fall asleep. It would usually take hours of me lying in bed and scrolling through my social media before I could actually feel myself grow tired and sleep. And the worst thing is that I never wake up relaxed or satisfied. If feels like I just close my eyes in the middle of the night surrounded by darkness, only to open them to daylight. It's just annoying.

But, then again I wasn't really planning on sleeping much that day. It would be my first night at my new home and I knew it would get a while to get used to.

My bedroom was on the top floor and so I took another tour around the house, looked at a couple more weird painting and then decided to get to bed...

Dreams are complicated. At least, for me.

Do I believe certain people are blessed and can get hints of the future, like bad feelings and stuff, in their sleep, in forms of dreams? Yes.

Do I believe some of these certain blessed people are more blessed than the others and can actually communicate with other beings in another realm, all of it while sleeping? Not really, no.

Considering my problematic issues with sleep, I didn't really have much experience when it came to dreams. To me, the few dreams I've had, had been memories of the past, twisted in a different plot because I couldn't memorize all the details and my brain had just decided to alter some things.

Basically, my rare, plain dreams would have never been able to prepare me for what I'd witness that night...

It was beautiful. Everyone was wearing elegant clothes that looked like they belong to another era. The women were wearing long dresses and tons of jewelry while the men were wearing some ridiculous white tights and a black jacket of sorts. If I had to guess, I'd say I was in a ballroom during the 18th century. And if I had to further explain I'd say everyone looked ridiculous. That was until I looked at my reflection in one of the shiny murals in front of.

For once, just for once, why couldn't I stop being the clown?

Like in real life, it's finally ok and I have come to terms with it, but in my dreams as well? Like seriously?

I rolled my eyes and then did a spin to get a better look of my fluffy pink dress. Jesus, who came up with this s**t? The dress looked so big and had so many layers of fabric, it looked like it swallowed me whole. Like the other gowns, it covered my feet and out of curiosity I raised my dress only to verify I was indeed wearing no shoes. I was barefoot. Wearing a pink dress and my hair looked like a bird's nest.

Ok, that's it, I want to go back to my time.

"Leaving so soon?" a mysterious voice asked.

Because of the reflecting wall in front of me I didn't have to turn around and check out the person capable of reading my mind.

Green eyes, dark blonde hair, tall and wearing a gorgeous smirk. If I hadn't given up on love a long time ago, I would've turned around at that moment and flirted with him, but as it was, I simply raised my eyebrow.

"The party doesn't really fit to my tastes" I have legit no idea why I sounded so formal, but I kinda liked it.

"The party or the dress?" He asked and took a step closer to me.

"Maybe, both" I answered and titled my head a bit.

"Not an observation a host would like to hear" he said and sighed.

He was the host?! Great, just great. I had unintentionally offended the host of the party in my dreams. IN my dreams, not OF my dreams. Big difference. And because of that my response might've come out just a little bit more bitter than I had planned.

"The host should have planned the party better, then" Smooth, real smooth. Gods, I wish I could've had my phone with me to ask Cam for help.

The host-guy simply looked at me offended. After a moment he looked at me like I was dirt beneath his feet, scoffed and took his leave.

Bye, b***h!

Isn't it amazing how I manage to screw everything up even while being asleep?

Can this dream just end already? Compared to this my dreamless sleep sounded like a blessing.

I went to scratch my neck, something I did whenever I was tired, and finally noticed the necklace hanging from my neck. It was pretty simple, not too charged and not too large. If I had found it on a shop, I would have definitely bought it. The small diamond-looking stone on the middle of it had me fascinated.

"Damn, can I keep it?" I whispered to no one in particular, considering I thought I was alone.

"Of course" a male voice, different from the host-guy whispered.

Next thing I see...

Yep, the ceiling of my room.

Damn my life, man!