Chris is twenty-three when he wakes up in a cold sweat, recalling hazel eyes and a warm feeling in his belly that radiated throughout his whole body.
Confusion courses through him as he lies in bed; he’s never even met anyone with hazel eyes, but he has always had an active imagination.
It could be one of those dreams that his friends, family, and just about everyone else in the world has right before they meet their soulmate.
The phenomenon was more widely reported in the twenty-first century, but it had occurred long before that. His grandmother had told him that it was how the old cliché
had started. As a teenager, Chris, the aspiring writer, had scoffed at that, never wanting to fall into that trap in his work or his personal life.
Yet almost everyone had the dreams in their late teens and early twenties, so maybe he was just like the rest of them. He had never been like the rest of them though so it couldn’t be
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