"I'm cold," I mumbled and my eyes fluttered open. I had such a weird dream. It was like I was a character of The Chronicles of Narnia or something. I got up and rubbed my eyes. My eyes widened at the sight of a very unfamiliar room. In spite of the cold atmosphere, sweat formed over my forehead. I screamed loudly until a large hand covered my mouth.

"What the hell girl? Stop screaming," I heard the person's rich voice ordering me from behind. I shook my head in denial. I was freaking kidnapped. This wasn't real. I was just eighteen years old with my entire life ahead of me. Tears threatened to fall and the person slowly removed his hand.

"I'm cold," I mumbled again, shivering. I felt dizzy and I could pass out any time soon. A large worn-out cloak was wrapped over my body and I looked up. My eyes met stormy grey ones. The handsome boy was from my dream. His sandy blonde hair a mess over his head. He looked annoyed yet concerned at the same odd time. I clutched the cloak tightly and hopped on my feet.

"Don't you dare come near me. I - I will call the cops," I threatened and cautiously took a few steps back. His eyebrows knotted in confusion and amusement. He replied, "You are the one who fell out of my closet. I should be worried, not you. What were you doing in there?"

"The closet? No, no, no, no, no! This isn't true. You're not real. I'm just imagining stuff because this isn't Narnia. Take a deep breath, Abby," I muttered and calmed myself. He took a few steps towards me and I raised my hand to stop him from moving ahead. He scoffed and asked, "Where are you from? You're certainly not from this area by the way you're dressed for this extreme weather."

"No, I am not replying to that because you're not real," I stated firmly.

"Yeah right. I'm definitely Casper the friendly ghost," He said sarcastically. I gave him a tight smile and brushed my black hair falling over my face.

"You weren't friendly. But whatever, I'm not going to entertain you. I have a bad headache and this all isn't true. So, I should probably go home, go to bed straight away. Then when I wake up, Poof! You'll be gone," I said in a cruel tone with a wicked smile. I held the warm cloak tightly and turned around. I inhaled deeply and ran towards the closet.

I heard his shouting behind me but I ignored. I was convinced that no such fantasy exists in this world. It exists only in children's fiction books. It was a product of my ideas and imagination. He was my imagination.
I quickly pulled open the door of the closet and stepped in. The blonde boy was staring at me as if I was a lunatic. He took long strides towards me and I shut the door before he could grab my arm.

I ran in the huge, dark closet. I could hear his closet door creak open. He was following me! That pathetic excuse of a real boy! I threw his own clothes and stuff down to create obstacles in his path. To prevent him from catching me.

I reached the door of my own closet and pushed it open. I stepped down and I could hear the blonde boy calling out. I shook my head. This was nothing but my lonely thoughts about a handsome boy chasing me. I shut the door of my closet and locked it immediately. I heard loud bangs on the door and senseless threats about him knocking out the entire, hard wooden door.

I ignored it and quietly lay on the cold tile floor. I felt warm in here. I threw the cloak away since it was too my own imagination. Nothing brought from the other side of the closet could be real. Absolutely nothing. I silently gazed at the ceiling until the bangs and the noises went away. I cleared my mind from all the junk and dozed off to sleep.