One Night Sin - Maddy & Declan (A Forbidden Love Story)

Sometimes dreams are just dreams

*** MADDY

I've always had a difficult time sleeping. It's not the actual sleeping part that's hard for me, but for some reason I don't like to sleep in the same place for too long. I never really thought about it when I was younger because my dad never said anything, but after he married Declan's mom and they moved in with us, well...

To be fair, Declan never said anything. I caught him giving me funny looks sometimes, but that was it. After a little while I think he got used to it but I don't know for sure. He still gives me those same funny looks sometimes, but he's nice enough not to say anything about it. I really appreciate it, because I honestly don't even know why I do it. I like my bedroom, and I like sleeping in my bed sometimes, but other nights it's impossible for me.

I probably shouldn't tell Declan this, but since he's been away at college and now seminary, sometimes I sleep in his bed, too. I haven't told my dad or stepmom about that, either. I'm not trying to be weird about it, alright! It's just different. It's a different bed and a different space, and sometimes I think that's what I need.

Tonight, though, I decided to sleep on the porch in one of the wicker sofas out there. The porch is a nice place to sleep in the summer because it's easier to explain. I think people understand it better, even if I don't fully understand it myself. The cool, crisp summer air, with the gentle, thrumming sounds of crickets, and the soft light of the moon shining down on me. It's kind of like camping, except I don't have to worry about bugs because we have a sun porch with glass windows for walls.

And... for whatever reason, um...

You'd think that I would dream about Declan if I were sleeping in his bed, not when I'm sleeping on the sun porch. You would also be wrong. And it's not those kinds of dreams, either! I'm not, um... I don't...

I'm sleeping, so I can't talk about that right now. I can only tell you about my dreams, and whatever happens in those is beyond my control. Sometimes we dream about things that are familiar to us, but sometimes our dreams are just dreams and they don't mean anything.

I wake a little, or I think I do, except I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming. I see Declan laying on the wicker sofa across from me on the sun porch. It looks so real, and I half expect him to actually be there, but I don't know why he would be.

In my dream, I smile at him a little and say, "Good night, Declan. I missed you."

He whispers back to me before I close my eyes. "Good night, Maddy. Talk to you tomorrow."

See? Like I just told you, sometimes we dream about things that are familiar to us. I'll be able to talk to Declan tomorrow because he's coming home tonight. He's probably already home, especially since it's late. I bet he's laying in his bed right now. I don't know why he'd be out on the sun porch with me. I could get up and go check on him, because I left the house key under my pillow so I wouldn't lose it.

I could do that, but this is a dream, so...

I close my eyes and go back to dreaming. It's the obvious thing to do right now.

I just hope, um... that I don't... I...

Sometimes our dreams are just dreams and they don't mean anything.

I wish I could go back in time and tell myself this, so I didn't do what I did the next day. That's for later, after I wake up. I'm sure you'll find out all about that one soon enough. For now, I'm asleep.

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I wonder what other dreams Maddy will have tonight?

And Declan is back.  Yay! ^_^

I'm excited to bring them together again.

The drama can start soon.  Oh ho ho...