The Boy in the Dream
The first time it happened, Ayla thought she was just having a normal dream.
But something felt different.
She was standing under a wide sky that glowed in soft shades of purple and silver. Small lights floated in the air, moving slowly like tiny stars. They did not fall or disappear. They just stayed there, shining quietly.
Ayla looked around, confused.
“This is not my dream,” she said softly.
Her dreams were never like this. They were always unclear and faded quickly when she tried to remember them. But this place felt calm… and real.
She took a slow step forward.
The ground under her feet moved slightly, like water. For a moment, she thought she might fall, but it stayed strong and steady. She looked down, then back up, still unsure.
A gentle wind passed by her, warm and soft. It felt nice, but it also made her feel strange, like the place was alive.
Then she saw something.
Far away, near a shining tree with silver leaves, someone was standing.
Ayla’s heart started beating faster.
Someone else was there.
She stayed still for a moment, thinking. This has to be part of the dream, she told herself. But something inside her didn’t believe that.
Slowly, she began walking toward the figure.
With every step, her curiosity grew stronger than her fear.
When she got closer, the person turned around.
It was a boy.
He looked about her age, with dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead. His eyes were calm, but they were also sharp—like he was really seeing her, not just looking.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said.
His voice was clear. Not like a dream voice. Not distant or strange.
Real.
Ayla stopped walking. Her hands felt a little cold.
“I could say the same thing to you,” she replied quietly.
The boy looked confused. “This is my place,” he said. “I come here every night.”
Ayla frowned slightly. “That’s not possible. You’re part of my dream.”
But even as she said it, she felt unsure.
Dreams don’t speak like this.
Dreams don’t wait for answers.
The boy stepped a little closer. He didn’t look scared—just curious.
“What is your name?” he asked.
Ayla hesitated for a second. She didn’t know why, but it felt important.
“Ayla,” she said.
The boy gave a small, soft smile.
“I’m Kian.”
For a moment, everything became quiet.
Ayla looked at him, trying to understand what was happening. This didn’t feel like any dream she had ever had.
It felt different.
It felt real.
And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.
As the glowing lights moved slowly above them, one thought stayed in her mind—
This was not just a dream.
This was something more.
