Nayeon laid in her bed, trapped in a static dream. Penetrating the locks on her stiff was out of the question. A series of puzzling visions of a contorted figure played in her mind. It felt like a movie and Nayeon was the clueless friend who had only two lines.

Another nameless face was with her, their face was blurry, making it hard for even Nayeon to picture. Subdued in the intense dream, she felt hopeless, forced to watch herself interact with this mysterious person.

In spite of that, the figure she was with did not feel out of the ordinary. Their presence almost resonating comfort, sort of a hospitable feeling that reminded her of home. Nothing about their energy came off badly to Nayeon which made her intrigued to go further with the dream.

The images played before her, with the first one set in front of a house. She sat on the porch stairs with the nameless person. It looked like they were laughing together. No sound emitted at all, indicating that Nayeon wasn't able to hear anything they were saying.

It was just the two of them, laughing on the stairs of the front porch of an unknown house. Nayeon couldn't believe she was having one of these visions after how many years she lost her sight. The imagery felt and looked exceedingly surreal that it was scary.

Nonetheless, her seeing how happy her dreamlike self was pleased Nayeon. Her dreamlike self could actually see in the dream, hitting her with a hint of jealousy for such a mirage.

In a flash of lightning, the scenery completely altered and their outfits unaffected. Nayeon saw herself and the other person in front of an ice cream van. She was digging into mocha pan friend ice cream topped with oreo bits and whipped cream, and a single strawberry waffle stick on the side. Her dream self turned her head to see the other person buying a single chocolate cone. Catching the sight of that gave her a bit of nostalgia. She felt that she knew someone who favored that type of plain dessert.

Dawn was approaching; the pair sauntered down the sidewalk, munching on their frozen treats. They continued with their playful banters, hooting so much that even the dreamlike neighbors would've told them to quiet down. They walked miles on the sidewalk, seeming like they were going nowhere.

Gradually, the pavement faded out, its pallid color changing into a verdant texture. The image cleared up, showing that the pair was at a field, Nayeon's school's football field. She looked around, entranced with the giant empty field along with the chilling air. Instinctively, Nayeon wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them for heat. She didn't expect the field to be this frothy let alone this humongous, physically feeling herself getting chills.

From a distance, Nayeon saw the nameless figure holding something that resembled the shape of a football, yet she wasn't certain. About to launch the object, blurryface said something to Nayeon but all she could see was their mouth moving and no sound coming out. She squinted her eyes, closely watching the movement of their mouth. Nayeon was an expert at reading lips, but it was easy to put two and two together.

Catch this..

The person threw the football, leaving their hand. As soon as they did, the image changed again. This time, Nayeon saw herself being thrown onto a bed, her bed. The same nameless face was on top of her. Terribly trying to peer through the hazed mask in front of her, but to no avail, Nayeon couldn't even make out an eye.

Next thing she knew, Nayeon was back at the field and the ball was hurdling towards her. Nayeon backed up, her eye on the ball. Once more, the scenario switched and she was in the bedroom with the figure on her. The images switched back and forth; as the ball neared Nayeon, so did the figure.

...if you...

She was stuck fighting between realms. Things began to spin out of control, the rapid images blinking faster than the minute. The figure reached for Nayeon's lips ever so slowly. Wanting to resist even the illusive temptation, Nayeon couldn't and felt herself giving in to them, closing her eyes as they came down.

Within seconds, the football came hurling to Nayeon as she stepped back, scared to trip. Her eyes flashed between scenarios, like a flicker of a switch. Everything happened in warp speed that Nayeon felt physically lightheaded. The person's lips were about to make contact with hers and the football was about to hit Nayeon square in the face.

..love me

Before anything happened further, Nayeon woke up out of shock. The football was gone and she was back in her room. Nayeon turned her head in every direction, her heart racing faster than that football in her dreams.

If only I could just ing see.

Nayeon was furious at this point. Scared half to death if someone was lurking in the corners or silently standing right in front of her. She wouldn't even know it. Her bed was drenched with sweat. Putting a hand over her forehead, Nayeon felt her entire body was lukewarm. All the blood drained from her face, making her look ghostly.

What the hell just happened?!

Nayeon forgot that her, Momo, and Jeongyeon had planned to go out for lunch this Saturday. She didn't forgot but took a too long of a nap. In addition to her tardiness, Nayeon forgot to tell her father about their  get-together. Although it was a regular thing the three had done since they became close, Nayeon still chose to remind her father in case of any mishaps that would happen and she'd update him whenever they left to a new location.

"A-Alexa, text Dad." Nayeon was still a bit shaken up, the dream jitters fresh in her memory. She even felt like she was just struck by a football.

"Which one?"

Utterly confused with the machine's response, Nayeon furrowed her eyebrows. She knew every person in her contacts and their names so the fact that the voice asked her that made Nayeon think back to the list.

"What...do you mean? Who else is named 'Dad' on there?"

Meaning for it to be rhetorical, the machine heard Nayeon loud and clear, directly answering her question.

"You have another person under the nickname 'Jeongyeon'."

"But I didn't put that nickname. What the.."

The idea still wasn't sticking to Nayeon. She tried to remember a time where that nickname was made. Jeongyeon wouldn't think of labeling herself with something so scandalous. One other person came to mind.

"Alexa, call Jeongyeon."

The phone continue to endlessly ring. After the eight ring, it went to voicemail.

Yo, it's ya girl Jeongyeon. Can't talk right now. Call again if you need me. Word of advice though: Don't need me. See ya.

Hearing Jeongyeon's comical voicemail always made Nayeon instinctively smile. Listening to it have her a good hoot.

"Never mind. Just text Jeongyeon. Tell her that Woke up late. What time are you coming to get me?"

Jeongyeon usually replied back to Nayeon within a second. About five minutes had passed and the machine said nothing back. Nayeon decided to get up and tidy herself up while waiting for Jeongyeon's reply. Half an hour already and Nayeon went to check her phone.

"Alexa, any reply from Jeongyeon?"

"You have one text message from Jeong: Hey, Sorry. I can't make it. Promised Jihyo that I'd go run some errands with her beforehand. So sorry again. I'll make it up to you and Momo. Sent 22 minutes ago."

The worried feeling Nayeon had earlier was quickly replaced with with a mixture of perplexed anger. Why would Jeongyeon cancel something like this all of a sudden. It's a tradition for us to have brunch together. Suddenly Jihyo comes up and Jeongyeon forgot how to act.

"UGHH. WHAT THE HELL. ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?"

The voice didn't reply back. Nayeon thought that if she heard it make a sardonic remark then she'd lose her temper in a snap second. Fue