Hazel's Dreams(1)

Author: Hao Yun Yuan Xiao Tang

Every night, I would travel ten years into the future with the school hunk in the same class as me.

I had never expected that we would be married and even had a baby ten years later.

Hence, when I saw him lying beside me on the bed, I jumped onto him without hesitation.

1

There was one thing that no one would have believed me if I told them. They would think I was just too obsessed with him.

Even I began to doubt whether it was real or not.

It all started on this one night when I traveled ten years into the future.

My name was Hazel York. I was 18 years old, and I was a student.

Ten years later, I lived in a high-end condominium, wearing products from various luxury brands. I was married and had a one-year-old child.

The child's father was the most good-looking boy in school who sat behind me, Brian Smith.

I had been fond of Brian for a long time, so it was not strange for me to dream of him.

When I saw him lying beside me on the bed, driven by my desire, I pounced on him without hesitation.

Brian was woken up by me. He widened his eyes in horror. However, when he saw my face clearly, a calm and accepting look appeared on his face.

Then, he pounced on me instead, and he was more aggressive than me.

At 7 a.m., the alarm clock woke me up.

I sat up in a daze and didn't come back to my senses for a long time.

The dream was so real that I could still feel traces of the sensation in my body.

I was ashamed and losing my mind.

I was an innocent girl. Why would I dream of that?

That was insane.

2

When I arrived at school, I set foot in the classroom just before the bell rang. I first looked at Brian's seat in the last row.

The students were all here. Only Brian's and my seat, that was one after the other, were vacant.

The familiar classroom and classmates were all the same as before.

I sat down in a daze and stuffed my schoolbag into the drawer.

The girl beside me, Avery Lane, held her glasses and leaned in before she asked, "Hazel, what did you do last night?"

Although Avery had severe myopia, her eyes were always sharp. She could even tell the gender of the baby of our pregnant homeroom teacher.

I was shocked, so I was almost shouting, "I didn't do anything!"

All the students looked at me.

I quickly covered my mouth.

Avery looked suspicious. "I was just asking casually. Why did you have a big reaction?"

The sound of footsteps came from the front door of the classroom. I had a feeling and looked up.

Then, my eyes met Brian's.

Brian was the most good-looking boy in our school.

He was not only good-looking but also a top student. There were many girls who liked him.

When I saw that he was also looking at me, I quickly lowered my head in panic and pretended to read the textbook.

3

Brian walked past me. His exclusive refreshing and pleasant scent lingered around the corridor.

I was familiar with this scent because he had been sitting behind me in class for the past six months.

I didn't know whether it was the smell of his detergent or the scent in his wardrobe that was stuck on his clothes.

The scent was very faint and refreshing, but every time I smelled it, my body and mind became relaxed.

I asked Avery before if she had smelled, but she said that there wasn't any smell at all.

She said I was so into Brian that I was imagining things.

After last night's dream, I kind of believed her words.

Perhaps when one was so fond of someone, one would always think about them all day and night.

Although I liked Brian a lot, I never talked to him in school.

I talked to everyone in my class except him.

Neither did Brian take the initiative to talk to me.

While I was thinking of that, a finger suddenly poked me in the back.

It felt as if a current had just traveled through my body. I sat up straight in an instant and turned around stiffly.

Brian sprawled on the table. The hand that he used to poke me was on the edge of the table. He looked up at me as he begged, "Hazel, please let me copy your homework."

The boy beside him, David Hudson, immediately made a fuss. "No way! Brainiac Brian wants to copy homework?"

Brian replied lazily, "I went to bed early yesterday and didn't do it."

His words reminded me, and I immediately forgot about being nervous and shy.

It was because I didn't do my homework, either.

After I told him that, Brian and I were silent for a while.

David burst into laughter and patted Brian on the shoulder gloatingly.

Just then, the bell rang, and the history teacher, who was known for being strict, stepped on the podium and instructed the class representative to collect the homework from the day before.

Brian and I were punished and had to stand outside the classroom.

4

Brian was much taller than me. We stood side by side, and my forehead only reached his shoulder.

He didn't stand straight, and his posture was casual.

I was wary and secretly moved further, not wanting to get too close to him.

It was this body beside me that pressed hard against me in the dream the night before.

I could even feel his weight clearly. He looked thin, so I didn't expect him to be so heavy.

Although the night had passed, I couldn't help but react reflexively as soon as I got close to him.

My ears felt so hot as if they were on fire, but I was so reserved that I didn't even dare to raise my hands to grab them.

Brian turned to look at me. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

I raised my head in shock and widened my eyes. "Huh? I'm not."

"If you're not, then why are you so far away from me?"

Only then I noticed the distance between us. The gap between us had grown unknowingly from the size of a fist to one that could allow someone to stand in between us.

Brian looked to the front again and said, "Someone who doesn't know will think that I bullied you."

I didn't say anything. Left with no choice, I moved closer to him.

Next to the corridor, the trees swayed in the wind as branches of love sprouted.

I secretly looked forward to dreaming of him again that night.

5

When I got home from school, I hurriedly finished my homework early and lay properly in bed.

After a while, I felt sleepy. I didn't know how long it took, but when I opened my eyes, I was in the same dream with Brian from last night again.

Just like last time, Brian was sleeping next to me.

This time, I had time to take a good look at him. I found that Brian was different from the one I faced every day.

His face was less delicate, but he looked more mature and handsome.

I could tell that his arms under the pajamas were strong just by looking at the contours. He was not as thin as he used to be when he was young.

Obviously, Brian was older in the dream. I guessed that he should be over 26 years old.

I sat up gently, and my gaze swept the bedroom. Then, I turned around to look behind me.

There was a wedding photo of Brian and me hanging on the wall.

In the photo, I was wearing a wedding dress, and he was wearing a suit. We leaned close to each other affectionately, and our smiles looked genuine.

I felt sweet inside, thinking that the dream was so considerate that it even depicted our grownup looks.

I observed my future look in the photo, and the future me looked more confident and prettier.

I wondered if I would really look like that in the future.

I touched my face as I thought of a part that I was concerned about. Then, I stretched out my hands and held my bust.

It had indeed become much bigger.

I wore a satisfied smile and turned my head to find that Brian had already woken up.

He rested his head on one hand and asked me with a faint smile, "Hazel, what are you doing?"

6

I quickly let go of my hands as if I had touched something hot.

If this were in real life, I would be very ashamed of myself.

However, in my dream, I could do whatever I wanted, regardless of Brian's thoughts that I valued most in the past, let alone the consequences.

After thinking it over, I smiled at him and lay on the bed again happily. I put my head on his pillow, held his waist, and stuck myself to him.

This was a scene that I had imagined countless times.

I said to Brian in a soft voice, "Are you awake, Darling?"

Brian raised his eyebrows and grabbed the blanket. Then, he pulled it up suddenly and covered us up.

We continued to do what we had done last time.

After that, my head came out of the blanket. I took a deep breath.

Brian put his head on my neck and said, "Hazel."

I shuddered and remembered the time he asked me for my homework during the day.

We had been classmates for so long, and the first time we communicated was in the morning after I had that first dream. It was the first time that he called my name.

I liked him calling my name.

It sounded better than when anyone else called it.

It became harder for me to hold back my feelings for him. I grabbed Brian's shoulders and whispered, "Brian, please call my name more from now on."

He agreed to my request on the spot.