@zeahlee177: The alarm went off at 6:30 AM, and Lena woke up crying. It wasn’t a sad cry; it was just the overwhelming, frustrating friction of her mind being violently dragged from a world of soft lavender skies back into the stark reality of her white-walled apartment. She blinked against the morning sun, her fingers desperately gripping her bedsheets as if she could physically hold onto the fading warmth of a hand that wasn’t there. "Wait," Lena whispered to the empty room, her voice thick with sleep. "What did she say her favorite coffee was? What was the name of the street?" Nothing. The harder she reached for the details, the faster they dissolved, leaving behind only a lingering feeling of safety, the smell of rain and vanilla, and a pair of laughing, bright eyes. She reached for the notebook on her nightstand—the one labeled DREAM LOG in frantic, messy handwriting. She scrambled for a pen, her heart hammering against her ribs as she scribbled down the only fragments she could salvage: November 25, A field of glass flowers. They sounded like wind chimes when she laughed. She wore a oversized yellow sweater. She told me she lives near a bridge with green arches. Which bridge?! There are hundreds of green bridges. Lena dropped her head into her hands. Every single night for the past four months, it was the same. The moment her eyes closed, she woke up in a vivid, hyper-realistic world that belonged only to them. They had walked through floating libraries, sat on roofs overlooking neon-lit rivers, and talked for what felt like lifetimes. They knew each other’s deepest fears, the exact pitch of each other's laughs, and how it felt to hold hands. But the dream world had rules—cruel, unyielding ones. Every time they tried to speak their real names, their voices would glitch into static. If they tried to write down a phone number, the ink would bleed into illegible inkblots. By night, they were hopelessly in love. By day, they were ghosts hunting for each other in a city of millions. Across the city, a coffee machine hissed violently. "Miu! The espresso is overflowing!" Miu blinked, snapping out of her trance. She quickly shut off the machine, grabbing a rag to wipe down the counter, her face burning. "Sorry, sorry! My mind was… somewhere else." Her coworker, Maya, leaned against the counter, eyeing her with a mixture of pity and amusement. "Let me guess. The Dream Girl again?" "She isn’t just a 'Dream Girl,' Maya," Miu muttered, her voice tinged with a desperate sort of exhaustion. She pulled a small sketchbook from her apron pocket and flipped to a fresh page, her charcoal pencil moving with practiced speed. She drew the sharp line of a jaw, the gentle curve of a nose, and eyes that looked like they held all the secrets of the universe. "She’s real. I know she’s real. Last night, we were in this meadow, and I could feel the wind on my face. I could feel her hand. You can't fake that kind of detail." "Miu, honey, I love you," Maya sighed softly, resting a hand on her shoulder. "But you're exhausting yourself. You're staying awake until 2 AM trying to map out 'clues' from your subconscious, and then you sleep for four hours just to see her. What happens if she’s just a manifestation of your ideal partner?" "She told me about a green arched bridge," Miu said, her eyes fixed on the drawing. "She said she walks past it every Tuesday on her way to work. I’m going to find it. I have to." CONTINUATION ⬇️ #LENAMIU #oneshotaustory #dream #scifi

ᵖˡˢ𝑍𝐸𝐼 ✎ :

CONTINUATION 5 Behind the counter, a girl was leaning over the espresso machine, her back to the door, wearing a forest-green apron. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and a stray smudge of charcoal was smeared across her forearm. Lena's voice felt trapped in her throat. She stepped up to the counter, her hands gripping the wooden edge to keep from shaking. "Can I get… a black coffee, please?" Lena managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. The girl froze. Slowly, she turned around. She had a damp towel in her hand, which she immediately dropped. She looked up, her eyes wide, scanning Lena’s face—taking in her sharp jawline, her nose, her eyes. The exact details from a thousand charcoal sketches. The exact face from a hundred lavender skies. A slow, brilliant smile broke across the girl's face, her eyes crinkling with tears. "I'm Miu," she whispered, her voice completely clear, free of any static. Lena let out a breath she felt like she’d been holding for four months. She reached across the counter, her fingers brushing against Miu’s warm, entirely real hand. "I'm Lena," she smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek. "It is so incredibly good to finally meet you."

ᵖˡˢ wanderingthoughts :

okayyy... guys.. lets meet on a green bridge in our dreams later. whos with me? 😅😅

ᵖˡˢxy :

when i can get this kind of dreams? im literally having dreams abt demonology and codm 😪

ᵖˡˢ Tharah :

And what if i cry? Just because 😭

ᵖˡˢ Khytt :

oh no, I hope your fever has gone down and I hope you feel better Zei. my millennial brain dug up the song "Girl of my Dreams" by the Moffatts. 😅 LenaMiu soulmated so hard they have their own dream world 💤

Tay :

loved it!!

ᵖˡˢmgm🌈♍ :

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ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ᵘ ᵗᵒʳ 🥰

Paah :

Soo good🥰

ᵖˡˢ𝑍𝐸𝐼 ✎ :

CONTINUATION 1 That night, Lena couldn't sleep. The pressure of the day—the endless scrolling through city maps, the frantic searching of face after face on the subway—had left her wired. When she finally drifted off at 3:00 AM, she didn't fall. She simply blinked, and suddenly, she was standing on a pier made of solid light, stretching out into an ocean of liquid starlight. "You're late," a voice teased from behind her. Lena turned around so fast she almost tripped over her own feet. Standing there, leaning against a glowing railing in that same oversized yellow sweater, was Miu. "I couldn't sleep," Lena breathed, stepping forward and immediately wrapping her arms around Miu’s waist. She buried her face into the crook of Miu's neck, breathing in the scent that she could never find in the waking world. "I looked for you all day. I looked at every green bridge in the northern district." Miu wrapped her arms tightly around Lena’s shoulders, holding her like she might disappear if she let go. "I looked too. I sat by the green bridge near the old textile mill for three hours. I drew you again. I showed people the sketch, but everyone just thought I was a crazy artist." Lena pulled back, her hands resting on Miu's cheeks. "We're running out of time. I can feel it. Every time I wake up, it takes longer to remember your face. I’m scared one day I’ll wake up and you’ll just be a blank space in my head."

ᵖˡˢ𝑍𝐸𝐼 ✎ :

CONTINUATION 2 "Hey, look at me," Miu said softly, placing her hands over Lena's. "We aren't going to forget. Look around us. Our minds are literally building a universe together every night. We are connected, okay? We just have to be smarter than the dream." Miu pulled Lena down to sit on the edge of the pier, their legs dangling over the starlight. "Let's try the name thing again," Miu suggested, her eyes fierce with determination. "Maybe if we whisper it. On the count of three. One, two, three—" "[Static]," Lena said. "[Static]," Miu echoed. Miu groaned, slamming her hands onto the glowing wood. "Stupid subconscious! Okay, okay. No names. Let’s do landmarks. Describe your morning routine. Exactly what you see when you step out of your front door." "There's a bakery," Lena said quickly, her words racing against the ticking clock of the night. "It has a faded blue awning. It smells like cinnamon and fresh sourdough. And right next to it, there's a small flower shop that sells those weird, tiny bonsai trees." Miu froze. Her breath hitched in her throat. "A blue awning? Is the paint on the door frame peeling at the bottom left corner?"

ᵖˡˢ𝑍𝐸𝐼 ✎ :

I miss writing one shot story, it’s just pop up in my head while having fever😂… I hope you enjoy this one shot 🥰.

ᵖˡˢ𝑍𝐸𝐼 ✎ :

CONTINUATION 4 Lena shot upright in bed, gasping for air. 8:00 AM. Black coffee. Green apron. 4th and Elm. She didn't even look at her notebook. She threw off her blankets, practically tearing her closet open to find something to wear. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely button her shirt. She didn't care about makeup, she didn't care about her hair; she just needed to get to 4th and Elm. By 7:50 AM, Lena was sprinting down the sidewalk. Her lungs burned, and her heart was beating a frantic rhythm against her chest. She turned the corner of 4th Street, and there it was—the faded blue awning. The peeling paint on the door frame. The calico cat blinking lazily from the window sill. She stopped right outside the glass door, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Suddenly, a terrifying wave of doubt hit her. What if she had misheard? What if it was just another trick of her mind? What if she walked in and it was just a stranger? Lena took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. The bell above the door chimed—a sharp, clear sound that didn't fade into static. The air was thick with the scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee.

ᵖˡˢ𝑍𝐸𝐼 ✎ :

CONTINUATION 3 Lena’s eyes widened. "Yes! And there's a stray calico cat that sleeps on the window sill!" "Oh my god," Miu whispered, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. "Lena—no, wait, I can't say your name—but oh my god. That's my shop. I work there. I'm the barista." Lena’s heart leaped into her throat. "The bakery on 4th and Elm? The one near the university?" "Yes! Yes, that's it!" Miu laughed, a sob breaking through her voice. She grabbed Lena’s face, kissing her fiercely, a desperate, breathless kiss that tasted like starlight and pure relief. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning. Come in at 8:00 AM. Order a black coffee. I'll be there. I’ll be wearing a green apron." The pier began to tremble. The edges of the starlight ocean were starting to blur into a dull, gray mist. The sun was rising in the real world. "I'll be there," Lena promised, gripping Miu’s yellow sweater as the world began to dissolve. "Black coffee. 8:00 AM. Don't forget me." "Never," Miu whispered as her voice faded into the distance. "See you in the morning."

SACA :

❤️