x. | @salvationals sent a bottled message: “i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?” / xia fei @ cheng xiaoshi!
He leaned back in his chair, waving his hand dismissively. ❝ Not really, ❞ said a half-truth. He remembered his dreams, though most weren't entirely his.
... Though, he couldn't tell when theirs ended and when his began. ( But, in a way, they were all his ... No, that was stupid. )
Either way, they tended to persist way past the ten minute mark — but only as feelings weighing on his heart. That had always been a funny thing to him — it would be so vivid the moment he woke up, he'd forget himself; but then the details would quickly slip in between his fingers like sand. The only way to keep them, he was told — unless it really stuck — was to write it down. Better with a pen and paper.
Cheng Xiaoshi didn't intend on doing that.
Then he smiled, and leaned forward; elbow on the table, chin rested on the back of his hand. With a lowered volume, he asked: ❝ Do you think dreams have meaning? ❞ The question came out as playful, but he was genuinely curious what Xia Fei thought.
