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I·LL MEET YOU DURING EVERY HALF MOON

It·s stupid. It always has been. How oblivious I am! What is wrong
with me? What·s with all the weird hallucinations I encountered
last night?

All of it seemed too good to be true.

My mind subconsciously recalled the events that happened in

my head last night.

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I sighed. The perfect picture of him in my mind was still stuck,

embroidered into every single cell. My brains were ragi ng,
thinking only of him.

And who·s the him?

Well, I couldn·t bother to tell anyone about this ²other than

myself, of course² and not even my two best friends Helen and
Kathy. Everything seemed
 wrong. In so many ways.

I had a dream last night.

It wasn·t a bad dream, and I admit, it was the most glorious of all
the dreams I had. Including the best ones previously like
dreaming about myself eating potato chips out of the packet for
hours and hours ²yay! ² or even kissing the guy I·ve a crush on.

Hold on. It 
the guy I had a crush on. Now the guy just totally
changed in a second, into him« Ah«

Anyhow, the dream I had could be described by this one word ²

Awesome.

It started as me looking at myself, and I was wandering around a

really green field, a few blossoming tulips floating around in sync
with the wind that blew by. Everything was utterly peaceful.

Although the weird thing was that it wasn·t in the day. It was
night. Darkness lingered in every corner of the sky and ground, a
half moon hanging by the corner, lighting everything up like a
miniature sun. There was a really pretty blue lake, filled with«
blue colored water. Like, really deep blue. Almost like an ocean,
you could say.

Old oak trees stood nearby the lake, shielding some parts of it
from the moonlight. Even though the moon was only a half of it, it
lighted everything up just perfectly. Not too bright, not too dark.

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 I asked myself.

I started wandering around, by the lake, hopping slightly in the

field of wondrous green.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, there was this small little sheep near
the lake ²not that I ever saw a sheep in real life before ² with this
really   wooly coat around it and it was going ¶Bah, bah· the
whole time. I didn·t know why, but I could understand what it
was trying to say.

The sheep·s thoughts were being passed down into me, a soft,
wooly (yes, wooly) voice whispering into my mind.




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Whoa, I didn·t know that sheep has names. Of course, I never

had any pets before. Not even a goldfish or any type of fish,
under my concern.

I wondered for a few seconds of how to answer the sheep.

Should I just use my voice to talk to it or either use the mind
talking power she was using?

Suddenly, as if it were a natural reaction, I started saying the

things I wanted to express through my mind.







  



 

The sheep thought for a second and her little white head
bobbed a little.

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¶Nancy! Come here!· a deep, smooth voice suddenly echoed

around the lake.
The sheep ²I mean, Nancy looked over to her right and let out
one ¶Bah!· then she went walking to a huge oak tree nearby and
went ¶Bah!· again.

There was someone talking to Nancy, and I saw a few fingers

sticking out from the shadow of the tree, patting Nancy·s fluffy
little head. The sheep was going bah the whole time in pleasure.
She really enjoyed being pat, doesn·t she.

¶Bah!· Nancy suddenly said and turned over to look at me.


 I wondered.

¶You know someone new, Nancy?· the deep voice said again,
and then there was the sound of a chuckle. ¶Introduce us. Come
on.· The voice urged the sheep.

Nancy looked over to the direction of the huge oak tre e and
then turned back to me again. She looked like she was deciding
something now.

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I grinned. Nancy was just

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Nancy went bah again and a foot stepped out from the
shadows. It was a pair of navy blue sneakers.

The figure of a person started to emerge, slowly, slowly«

Until a boy appeared.

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I stared.

And stared and stared and stared.

For one moment, ²no, one minute, I just stood there and stared.
His deep yet electrifying blue eyes zoomed straight into mine,
making my heart race faster and faster.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, my heart cried desperately.

This was the guy.

Forget my previous crush for two whole years, which was Greg.
This boy here was even more charming. # much better than
some soccer fanatic.

I just knew it.

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was the guy I fell in love within first sight.

A minute and a half passed. I didn·t eve n dare to change

anything, to do anything, afraid that I would spoil this beautiful
image right in front of me.

But then, I started to choke.

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I kept blaming myself for spoiling everything.



 


 
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The thing was, he was too beautiful until I stopped breathing. My

lungs and mind just stopped. I guess this was what it is like when
the phrase ¶Take my breath away· is used. I could really need
that phrase to use now.

¶Are you okay, Quinn ?· his charming deep voice echoed around
the field, over the water, and I could even feel the sky warming
towards him. No matter if it was night or day or even cloudy, this
world just followed his flow. Followed his every move, every time
he blinks, a cloud will start moving. It was as if the whole time
everything here was controlled by him.

This was fantasy.

Definitely fantasy.

Him, the lake, the mind-talking sheep, the little ornaments

hanging around this place, seemed just too« unrealistic.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

My heart stopped beating faster. It was at its normal pace again.

Okay, maybe it 
still accelerating by just a little bit. This was a
dream I would never get over.

A dream.

Those two words started to echo in my mind.

Just a dream.

I started to realize«

Maybe this really wasn·t real. This was just a dream. I was
sleeping in reality now. This was just a dream that was too good
to be real.

Yes, this was a dream. Always will be. Nothing can make this
happen in real life.

Part of me sighed in desperation.

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But another part of me also knew, this guy was just  gorgeous,
too handsome to be true.

¶Quinn?·

While thinking, I almost forgot that he was there. He was asking

me something, he was saying 
 

¶Y-yes?·

Oh no.

My voice was shaking slightly. I felt slightly scared in this unknown,

dreamy world. But this was my dream right? So why did I need to
feel scared?

Pushing courage forward, I decided to ask him again.

¶Who are you?· I asked, trying to avoid contact with his eyes. It
was too dangerous. I might faint, right here, right 

His eyes opened wider slightly, as if he was surprised.

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A slow, awkward silence followed.

I wanted to say something again, but then his lips moved a

second quicker than mine, putting a stop to my mouth.

¶Nancy didn·t tell you my name?·

¶The sheep?· I thought for a little while.

One second, two seconds«

Three seconds.

He was still waiting for my answer.

I was trying to recall the mind conversati on between me and

Nancy a little while ago. So far as I know, she didn·t mention
anything about another person·s name. Especially a boy·s name.

¶I« don·t think so.· I slowly said.

  
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I told myself. I couldn·t faint now. I was

having a conversation with this beautiful human now ²if he really
is human² and I couldn·t just black out from nowhere.

I still wanted to look at him.

He looked to the direction of Nancy, and the sheep shrugged.

More like she !  like she shrugged, her wooly shoulders
moving slightly up and down.

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Sighing slightly, I asked this beautiful being again.

¶So what·s your name?·

Smooth as a frail slide of glass, he answered.

¶Caleb. Nancy told me your name, though. It·s Quinn, right?·

¶Yeah. Thanks, sheep.· I mumbled.

Nancy went ¶Bah!· again for some reason.

Caleb chuckled. A low, deep laugh was forming in his throat,

thus producing a chuckle, since he decided to not laugh out
loud.

¶Nancy feels« appreciated.· He said, still trying to stop chucking.

Unfortunately, it wasn·t working.

I tried to laugh as humorlessly as possible, making sure my voice

wasn·t cracking into pieces. If it did, I woul d just embarrass myself
in front of him.

¶Sorry.· He said, wiping a small trace of laughing tears from his

eyes. ¶Didn·t mean to laugh at you or anything.·

I rolled my eyes.

 
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Although I could say all of this in my he ad, I couldn·t bear to let it

out, smack it into his face.

Because an imaginary vision struck my mind.

If I ever hurt his heart, would his beautiful face corrupt too?

I started to eye his face carefully, noticing the features I never

did saw when he first stepped out from the shadows. There was a
little trace of lavender in his eyes, and around it was the most
beautiful ocean wave. Even a Hawaiian beach couldn·t
compare with his electrifying blue eyes.

A small patch of lavender with an ocean surrounding it. That was

what I could think of to describe his eyes.

It was so surreal.

Then my eyes started darting upwards, upwards«

«Until it reached his hair.

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Three words that you could only say when you see with your very
own two eyes, how blonde yet transparent his hair felt.
Not that I ever really   it ²although it would be heaven! ²
but just by looking at the strands one by one, I could feel it in me.

His hair wasn·t exactly blonde, and not exactly gold. It was the
mixture of a light brown and blonde. That was what it was like.
Soft and subtle, unlike my own hair. My mom used to describe
once that it looked like a ¶well kept patch of grass·.

In other words, it was messy but well kept. I made sure to brush it
at least fifty times a day. But no ma tter how much I brushed, it
just couldn·t look straight like my mom·s, instead it just stayed a
patch of grass. ²Well kept grass, I hasten to add.

¶Quinn? Are you daydreaming again? Hello?·

Oh no«

His voice was too good to be true. It was nice and soothing to
hear it flowing through my ears. Like a flow of water going
straight through my brains. Rough but smoothly flowing on and
on.

¶Y-yeah?·

My voice was starting to crack again.

¶Are you alright? Do you have epilepsy or something?· he asked,

his face looking slightly concerned.

¶But epilepsy is for crazy people.· I reasoned.

¶Well, from the look on your face just now, I could say that you·re
darn right crazy. Just imagine the person you·re talking to
suddenly blank out from nowhere.·

That hit my funny bone.

I started to laugh, a line of laughter kept creeping through my

mouth, calling me to laugh louder.

He started to chuckle too.

Seeing Caleb laugh was the best thing to look at in this whole
planet.

There was a spark of humor in his eyes, added with the

assembling of his features, thus making him look kind of childish.
There were little dimples just by the tip of the curves of his mouth
and his lightly-colored eyebrows ²eek! ² were slightly creased in
the middle, extinguishing his childishness.

Result: he looks like a serious guy that took a good joke.

I wanted to slap my face. Like really hard.

This was so    a dream. No guy could be this perfect in

the real world. There was nothing to compare. Not even the
tallest building could compare with his hei ght, from my
perspective.

I stopped laughing.

Caleb noticed my silence and took note of my face expression.

It was like he was trying to open the book in me. The thing was
that I couldn·t reveal that book that easily.

¶How tall are you?·
I asked him.

He smiled again. Obviously he was thinking that this was just a

plain joke.

But his eyes started to roll to me. I wasn·t laughing with him, like a
crazy cow. I was seriously serious.

One of his eyebrows hopped up in confusion and he asked me,

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That was totally   and there he was, tall as a fully-grown palm

tree standing beside an oak tree. He was obviously at least one
head taller than me.

I tried everything; from drinking two glasses of milk everyday (till I

finally vomited) and stretching every freaking day, nothing
worked. And there this perfect guy called Caleb was, tall as a
coconut tree.

How unfair life is!

I·ve always wanted to be that tall, so that the world can be in

my view«
¶Just asking, seeing how tall you are.· I said lamely, trying to hide
my annoyance. This dude was the ideal height I wanted to be!

¶Well« the last time I measured« it was« hmm« I guess its 171
cm.· he said.

¶WHAT?!·

¶I told you. It·s 171cm.· he said. I guess he never expected me to

be this surprised.

¶What·s your secret of becoming tall?·

How I wished there was a notepad for me to record all these

things now.

But this was a dream right?

This guy couldn·t« possibly be   right«?

Suddenly, Nancy went ¶Bah! Bah!· and Caleb sighed.

¶The sun is going to come out soon. You·d better hurry back into
your own world. Remember; meet me here during the next half
moon, Quinn.· He smiled.

¶Huh?·

¶Your mom is coming to wake you up already. Staying in a

dream for too long can make you suffer, you know.·

What was he talking about? How would he know my mom was

coming to wake me up now? Why was he asking me to go back?
Why meet him during another half moon«

Out of the blue, the whole ground started to .

Rumbling. More rumbling.

¶Bye, Quinn. See you, soon.·

Caleb smiled a little, showing some of his dimples.

Hold on« he was leaving? To where?

¶B-bye.· I managed to stumble out of all the questions I had in my

head. His smile grew wider. I couldn·t help but return it, seeing
how sweet it looked. Maybe I really« fell in love with Caleb.
This is so unfair!

Did he even like me? Did he even consider of likin g me?

Then an idea suddenly hit my mind. The ground was still rumbling
underneath, but everything on the surface stayed still. Sort of like
a volcano under the ground.

I tried communicating with Nancy.




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I smiled towards the sheep and Nancy took another second then
looked back to the direction of her master.

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And then Caleb started shifting away, further and further.

This was my first confrontation with him.

By the next half moon, it·ll be our next meeting.