My Garden || Dreamwastaken

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  I looked over the back of the couch I was laying on and saw Dream leaning against the kitchen island, phone in hand. "Why are you so tall?" I thought out loud in a mumbled tone.

  "What?" He looked up from his phone.

  "Oh, I was just pointing out how tall you are." I answered truthfully, although it wasn't meant to be said aloud.

  He chuckled at me. "I'm not that tall."

  "But, you are." I argued. "Like, I'm supposed to be tall and you're extra tall."

  "Lots of people we know are taller than me." He pointed out. "Wilbur and Sam are."

  "They're just extra extra tall." I sat up and crossed my arms over the back of the couch. "You're built different."

  He laughed. "I'm built different?"

  "I said what I said." I smiled at him. "At least it's not a bad built different. You're just all..." I gestured to him. "That."

  He raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled. "What does that even mean?"

  I pursed my lips as I thought of what to say to explain it properly.

  "You look like you're trying not to spit out a lemon." Dream laughed at the look on my face.

  "Oh, shut up!" I chuckled. "I'm thinking." I let my chin fall onto my arms as I tried to articulate my thoughts into something coherent and not embarrassing. "You just are. I don't know how to put it. You're just you and that's wild."

  He had a lopsided smile plastered on his face. "Thanks?"

  I nodded. "You're welcome. That's the highest of compliments coming from me."

  "I still don't think I understand what you're trying to say." He scratched the back of his neck and the white shirt he was wearing lifted up the slightest bit.

  "See? That!" I gestured to him.

  "What?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm just standing here."

  "Exactly!" I flopped back onto the couch. "I'm dead. Let me die in peace."

  He walked over and looked over the back of the couch at me, amused. "Why are you dead?"

  "You." I poked his arm that he had rested on the back of the couch.

  "I killed you?" He looked at my hand and then back to my eyes.

  I nodded. "Yup. You killed me."

  "Well, we don't want that, do we?" He teased and poked my arm in return.

  "Maybe we do." I shrugged. "Twitter would have a field day. 'Heather Garden killed by Dream'. It has a ring to it." I joked.

  "Oh, come on." He shook his head at me with a smile. "In what world would I kill you?"

  "This one." I let my head fall to the side and closed my eyes, letting my tongue fall out of my mouth.

  "Oh no, I killed Heather. What ever shall I do?" He laughed. "Oh, I know." I could hear him walk around the couch, but didn't open my eyes. I felt him put his hands at my waist. What was he doing?

  My eyes shot open and I squealed when he started tickling my sides. "Dream! Stop it!" I giggled.

  He did as I said and let me go. "Well, would you look at that. You're alive."

  I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Yeah, yeah. You saved me. Happy?"

  "Very." He got up from where he had been kneeling next to me and I frowned. "What? What's the look for?"