A/N- This is a short short short one-shot. Lots and lots of DxS fluff though! =]
I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own Danny Phantom... =[
All People Dream
Humans sleep everday, or they're supposed to anyway; ghosts don't sleep at all, they go into this thing that Dora explained to be a "Waking Dream" which are just a meditave state where you dream but don't sleep. I didn't get it, but she said she couldn't explain it because no one else really understood it either. I didn't see the similarities, but they are supposed to be there. My question is, what do you get when you mix a non-sleeping being and a person who easily spends half their life with their eyes closed?
You get me and my clone Dani.
I don't count Vlad, there's just something about the fact that he wants my mom, repeatedly tries to kill my dad, and then also wants to make me his son/evil apprentice that makes him an utter frootloop in my mind, and also off of that list of people similar to me.
Anyway, my sleeping behavior has changed gradually from very human-like to more of a ghostly sleep. I sleep all of maybe three hours every other night (when ghost fighting lets me, of course), and the funny thing is that I dream every minute of those hours and I remember all of those dreams when I wake up. Now, most people would tell me I'm slowly turning more ghost than human, but that's not what has me worried.
No, my changed sleeping patterns don't have me zoning out in the middle of the day or ready to pull my hair out right now, the contents of those said dreams, however, do.
I mean, she's my best friend! I shouldn't be waking up at ungodly hours of the night with the image of her beautiful, exotic, absolutely gorge-
Snap out of it, Fenton.
It's not that her eyes aren't pretty, they are, anyone could see that, but she's my best friend and best friends don't think about, dream about, other best friend's eyes. That could easily get into un-best friend like territory and I don't want to ruin a friendship I don't think I could function without. Not that I would mind if we did go into that uncharted area, but I really don't want to say something and her not feel the same and it get crazy uncomfortable. That's the last thing I want, actually.
Those dreams, though. I wake up smiling and ready to take on anything and maybe they really are good for me, those beautiful violet eyes. Maybe it wouldn't hurt anything if I said something, not about her eyes, of course, but something else. Or, maybe it would hurt something and I'm being clueless.
Back on topic, Fenton.
The point is that I should not be having dreams about her pretty, violet eyes. She's my best friend, I should not be dreaming, imagining, or day dreaming about what it would be to stare into those eyes without her wondering if I've officially lost it.
Which you probably think I've already done.
The point of this is that everyone dreams, everyone, even if they don't nessicarily sleep, and my dreams seem to taunt me with a pair of amazing violet eyes.
You might be right, I think I've lost it, but it's not my mind I've lost, it's my heart. I've lost it to a pair of beautiful violet eyes.
Yes, I know it's short. Sorry.
Tell me how I did, maybe in a review?