Girl's Dream

Every night, I found myself traveling ten years into the future with the most handsome guy from the same class in school.

I never imagined that ten years later, we would be married and even have a baby!

So, when I saw him lying next to me, an irresistible urge took over me, and I didn't hesitate to pounce on him.

1

There was something that no one believes me about; they'd all think I was just blinded by infatuation.

Even I started to doubt whether it was real.

It all began one night when I traveled ten years into the future.

My name was Sophie Mason, and I just turned 18. I was a student.

Ten years from now, I lived in a luxurious apartment, using various high-end brand products, married, and had a one-year-old child.

The father of my child was Carl Sutton, the guy who sat behind me and the most handsome guy in school.

I had had a crush on Carl for a long time, so dreaming about him isn't unusual.

So, when I saw him lying next to me, an irresistible urge took over me, and I pounced on him without hesitation.

Carl was awakened by me, he opened his eyes wide in terror, recognized my face, and then showed an expression of accepting it calmly.

Then he turned around and hugged me, with even more forceful movements than mine!

At 7 a.m., the familiar sound of my alarm clock woke me up.

I sat up stunned for a long time, unable to shake off the dream.

This dream was so real that even the sensations lingered on my body.

I was both embarrassed and frustrated.

I was supposed to be a pure and innocent girl! How could I have such a dream!

It was crazy!

2

When I arrived at school, I walked into the classroom just as the bell rang, and the first thing I did was look at Carl's seat in the last row.

Everyone was present except for Carl and me, whose seats were empty.

The familiar classroom, familiar classmates, everything was the same as it used to be.

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

My deskmate, Melany Walsh, adjusted her glasses and leaned over to ask, "Sophie, what did you do last night?"

She was extremely nearsighted, but her eyes were always sharp, even to the point of being able to tell the gender of our teacher's baby.

I was shocked and almost shouted, "I didn't do anything!"

My classmates around me glanced over.

I quickly covered my mouth.

Melany looked skeptical and said, "I was just asking casually. Why are you so worked up?"

The sound of footsteps came from the front door of the classroom, and I looked up instinctively.

Then, I locked eyes with Carl.

Carl was the best-looking guy in our school.

He not only had a good appearance, but also ranked among the top students in his class, and there are countless girls having a crush on him.

I noticed that he was looking at me, so I quickly lowered my head and pretended to flip through my textbook.

3

Carl walked past me, leaving behind his distinctively fresh and pleasant scent in the aisle.

Having sat in front of him for over half a year, I was very familiar with this scent.

I didn't know if it was the scent of his laundry detergent or the fragrance from his wardrobe that had left a scent on his clothes.

The scent was very faint, clean, and refreshing, but every time I smelt it, I felt at ease.

I once asked Melany if she could smell it, but she said there was no scent at all.

She said I was so obsessed with Carl that I had imagined it in my mind.

After experiencing last night's dream, I started to believe her words.

Being too fond of someone could surely make one think about them all day and dream about them at night.

Even though I like Carl so much, I've never spoken to him at school.

I talk to everyone in class except him.

Carl didn't initiate any conversations with me, either.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly a finger tapped me on the back.

I felt like I had been shocked all over, and I sat up straight in a flash, then stiffly turned around.

Carl was leaning on his desk, the hand that poked me resting on the edge. He looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, "Sophie, can I borrow your homework to copy?"

His deskmate immediately started making a fuss, "Come on! Carl, are you actually copying homework?"

Carl lazily replied, "I went to bed early yesterday, didn't finish it."

His words snapped me out of my nervousness and shyness.

Because I hadn't done it either.

After I said that, Carl and I fell silent for a moment.

His deskmate burst into laughter, gleefully patting him on the shoulder.

Just as the bell for the class rang, the history teacher, who was known for his strictness, stepped onto the stage and instructed the class representative to collect yesterday's homework.

At this point, Carl and I had no choice but to stand outside the classroom as punishment.

4

Carl was much taller than me. Standing side by side, my forehead barely reached his shoulder.

He was not standing very upright, with a rather casual and lax posture.

Meanwhile, I moved cautiously to the side, trying not to get too close to him.

In the dream last night, it was this very body beside me that was crushing me like a mountain.

I could even clearly feel his weight; he looked slim, but who knew he was so heavy?

Even though it had been a night, I couldn't help but react instinctively when I got close to him.

I blushed, but I was so self-conscious that I didn't even dare to lift my hand to scratch my face.