A dream I had.

I had a dream the other night. Spent the entire day musing over it.

Me and my mates from college were hanging out, drinking, laughing and catching up on old times. Was nice seeing them again.

Later in the night when I'm talking to my old buddy Jacob, we're joking and flirting a bit, when he starts bringing up something he saw.

"I swear, it appeared at my bedside and said like... 'Michael isn't who you think he is.'  I don't know what the fuck that means but I don't want any of it."

I asked him why he was telling me then and he said he didn't know, just knew I was into the supernatural. And that maybe I could figure something out.

I said alright, that I'd talk to him, see what's going on.

I left the room and got a cup of coffee, if I was going to pry into someone's head, better to stay alert... especially with what Jacob said.

As I was making coffee I felt eyes, burning into my back, watching my movements. I kept my eyes on the coffee as I felt those eyes get closer.

He got to me before I got to him, I kept my eyes down, staring into the coffee, watching his reflection appear next to mine, his hand near mine.

"You're up awful late, is your boyfriend not responding again?"

I felt venom rise in my throat like a cough.

"He's not my boyfriend, asshat...", I paused and steadied myself, "But... Yes, for a few days now, I haven't slept. He wouldn't just go missing like this..."

Michael or whatever was in Michael, wrapped his arms around me, like an ængel's wings, comforting me before letting me go.

"He'll appear again, Della."

I stopped. Turned around, looked him dead in the eyes, and he stared right back into me. All the way in the darkest parts of my very soul.

Something in his eyes... I'm not sure, but I know he knew what I was thinking, he smiled when I thought it. As if saying, "Keep this between us, okay?"

Then I woke up.