Artificial Horizon - A César Fernando Basa x Reader story

XII - Lift

One of the forces of flight, it is a component of the total aerodynamic force acting on an airfoil which causes an airplane to fly. Lift is created because of the pressure differential between the upper and lower surfaces of the wing; and it is also created because the angle of attack allows the airflow to strike the underside of the wing.

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After just one time that I've fallen asleep and didn't have any dreams at the time, it didn't seem to guarantee that I'll no longer have any occurrence of dreams again. That's why, the very moment that I wake up again, finding the ceiling and the windows familiar already, I know at once that I am back in the same dreamscape. Whatever date it is today is all the mystery that I am in the notion of finding out; probably later on. And yet, for some reasons, I'll definitely no longer worry as well if I am to find César on bed—no matter how weird that expression may be to feel right now—and it seems to only happen once.

This is the third time that I am back here. There is no other point of being surprised about what is going on and what to see. If ever, it will just be fleeting moments to once again be reminded that this is a dream too far away from that of my reality.

I sigh heavily and turn to look at the vacant space on the bed. Unlike the previous time, the sheets on that side of the bed is slightly crumpled and even the blanket I have seems to be shoved by the edge of it. I blink.

Naging makulit ba ako matulog? I ponder before sitting up on the bed and realize that the blanket hadn't been all twisted around my body for it to be the case. It truly looks like someone had slept on that side of the bed in the first place. And there is definitely no doubt that it had been César... Right?

I flush, drawing my legs closer to my chest, hugging them before burying my face against my knees. Weirdly enough, I almost squeal like a little girl at just the mere thought that César had been home.

César, who've always been a gentleman and soft and smiling and attentive when it comes to me, had slowly set a higher bar for me. It is just weird to find out that such a face will be so different concerning me in the real world; to even have the nerve to kidnap me with my own foolish permission as it appears to be.

At that, I look up another time and stare on at the view of the window, hinting then that the angle of the rays of the sun is quite too different from the usual times that I wake up in this dreamscape; and I realize at once how late it had been by now for such that I hurry to prepare for the day, surely fully aware of how crucial my work in this world is.

However, just as I leave the bed and about to reach the wardrobe, I hear a door opening and closing. Not the door of the bedroom but the familiar sound of the front door, causing me to momentarily stop and wonder who it could be, silently praying that it isn't a stranger but César himself. To assure my curiosity, I slowly and as quietly as possible, open the bedroom door and peek my head enough through the gap to check who it had been.

And as I've guessed correctly, it is César, thankfully. It seems he recently comes from Zablan for him to be dressed formally in uniform. After ensuring that he had the main door shut, he pulls off his hat before discarding it and the paper bag he is carrying to a nearby table for him to work on removing his shoes and wear on some slippers. For him to be back now means that it had been incredibly late, really, for me to start the day; and he seems to not realize that I am watching him yet. Only when after returning his shoes to a rack, taking then the paper bag with him to the dining room, did he actually sees me there like a caught mouse out of its hole.

Well, he is also surprised to see me there watching him, but only for a moment that he then shows me that irresistible smile once again and greets me, "Good morning, (Y/N). Or rather..." He glances on his wristwatch as his smile widens much more. "Good afternoon, my love."