Celebrity Imagines

Selena Gomez

When We Sleep, Where Do We Go?

I twisted and turned in my sleep. Still, my eyes refused to be closed. I felt unusually cold, feeling my body producing the tiny round pattern all over my upper body. I felt rigid, there was a sense of deja vu in the air which didn't seem to evaporate anytime soon, as it does generally. Even after feeling all those atypical intuitions, there was no memory stored in mind. It was blank except for the occasional vocabularies that popped in ever so often. There was a permanent ring in my ears which ran non-stop without missing its constant beat.

I sat up and looked around. The familiar furniture and wall calmed me down despite the eerie lighting that I had no idea who put up. The dimly lit room resembled my own aside from the fact it being cleaner than how I keep it. Looking at myself I appeared to be wearing an unknown piece of clothing. The black lingerie looked as if I had just walked out of a photoshoot. I ran my hand over the two-piece fabric with a flowery lace pattern.

I had never owned anything like this.

I ran my hand over my thighs. I couldn't even decipher my own touch, that is when I realized my senses were faded. I rapidly glanced at everything I could in one look, my eyesight weaker than ever, I caught the sight of my dresser which had a half-length mirror attached to it.

I walked to it, my feet barely touching the ground. I peeked at myself through the mirror. There was no reflection of me as if I were invisible, but a figure sleeping under the blankets on my bed.

It was me.

It appeared like a window more than a mirror but the only window in my room was near my bed, away from my dresser and I could see it in the mirror.

My fingers glided over the smooth glass, I noticed I had no shadow. My fingers don't quite reach the surface of the mirror as if a million-minute dust particles were obstructing me.

"Didn't know you were up, baby."

I jumped at the sudden voice from behind me. I twisted and saw a petite woman with a round baby face and troubled hair smirking at me. Her eyes were pitch dark, her hair seemed just a tone lighter.

"Who are you?"

My voice was hoarse and rough, very much unlike the strange woman who had one of the most pleasant voices I've ever heard.

"Stop joking around and get to bed." She lazily rolled her eyes, her lips were still tugged upwards telling me she was not being serious.

"Where am I?" I took a step backward simultaneously as she moved forward.

"Y/n, I think you had too many drinks. Come on, it's your birthday. You should've at least stayed sober for the birthday sex." She scolded with a laugh and took my hand, much to my dismay. "You're so cold, baby."

"Birthday? But my birthday is on the 24th of October. That's months away."

The woman dropped my hand and that's when I realized that she wasn't wearing anything much less revealing than I was, the difference being that she had on a silk red robe, matching with her own two piece undergarment, covering her. "And today is said date. I think you should just sleep. You don't seem fine."

"I don't want to have sex with you." I dismissively argued, trying to cover myself the best I could with my hands. She took off the robe in an instant.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I moved back until the seat of the dressed hit my knees. The woman came closer and stood on her toes, being much shorter than me. I was hit with another army of shivers while I tried to hold my ground. We were inches apart when she decided to drape the robe over my shoulders and caressed my cheeks with her soft hands.