Hyson had a pleasant dream tonight. He dreamt that his mother had called out his name. He was so happy to hear her calling him out that he had teared up. And when his eyes opened, he realized that he had indeed teared up.
He touched his wet face with his hand and frowned. This was definitely not the kind of a wet dream he had heard about. And yes, he was being sarcastic.
However, speaking of wet dreams, Hyson never experienced them in his life. Usually, teenagers going through puberty would often have wet dreams but Hyson never had one. He was just that sexually apathetic. Being attracted to someone was one thing.
Even his psychologist had said that even asexual people could leave a normal life. Have a healthy sexual life and even get married and have kids. But his problem was that he was definitely not even interested in his sex life. In fact, he could be considered a little averse to it as well.
Wiping his tears, he stepped down from his bed and looked out the French windows in his room. He slowly walked up to the French windows and opened the door to the balcony. It seemed he woke up too early since even the sun hadn't risen yet. But he didn't go back to sleep again.
Perhaps he'd have been able to hear his mother calling him again in his dream if he went back to sleep but what did it matter? Wasn't it just a dream anyway? He never had the habit of deceiving himself. Rather than deceiving himself with that dream, he liked to stay in this reality.
He stepped over to the chair placed on the balcony and sat down comfortably. There was nothing to do this early in the morning anyway. So, he blankly kept staring at the sky waiting for the sun. There was nothing on his mind. His mind was just as blank as his eyes right now. The silence that dominated this time of the day was quite serene and comforting. Even the cold breeze of this early morning was fresh and made him relax his mind.
After ten minutes, he went back inside the room and made his bed. Then he walked into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The person in the mirror had slightly red eyes, presumably from crying. The bird's nest on his head was giving him an unruly look. He looked like a delinquent.
He mussed his own hair before sighing out. Taking a shower, he walked out of the steam-filled bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked through his clothes, trying to choose an outfit for the day. First, he had to think about whether he planned to go out today? The answer was no. So, he settled for a cotton jersey t-shirt paired with tapered sweatpants.
He went down and found that everyone was already awake at home. The sun was still to rise but the people of this house were already bustling about. Mu Chenyan could be found in the hallway instructing the house help about the things needed taking care for the day. When she saw Hyson coming down from the stairs, she couldn't help looking at her watch.
It wasn't because Hyson had a habit of sleeping in. He would wake up early most of the days but he loved to laze around on his bed for hours. Besides, even if he woke up early, today he was especially early that made her brows jump up in surprise.
"Fai, you didn't sleep well?" inquired Mu Chenyan in concern as she waved off the house help to get busy with their own stuff. She walked up to Hyson's side and looked at him worriedly, especially when she noticed his slightlyy red eyes. "What happened to your eyes? Did you cry?"
"I had a nightmare," he told her. "It made me tear up." He could have told her a lie like he rubbed his eyes or something went into his eyes. But he knew better than to do that. Firstly, he wasn't taught how to lie. Second, Mu Chenyan was able to catch anyone's lie in a blink of an eye. She just had that peculiar talent.
Mu Chenyan frowned at him, "What kind of a nightmare was it?"
"Something that ccan never come true," he answered honestly. "But why are you up so early? You went to sleep so late."
"I wake up around this time," replied Mu Chenyan.
"Really?" Hyson looked at her strangely.
Mu Chenyan patted his head, "Silly, I'm old now. Old people can't sleep like you young ones. There is only so much sleep I can get." She pursed her lips and added, "Why didn't you dry your hair? Do you want to get a headache?"
"I dried my hair," said Hyson. "But with a towel."
Mu Chenyan shook her head as she pulled him along and called, "Someone get me a hair dryer."
"I'm fine," said Hyson.
"No," was Mu Chenyan's response. "What if you caught a cold? Even though we are already in summer, that doesn't mean people can't catch a cold in this weather. You have to be careful. I don't wanna see you in an hospital again."
When she said it like that, Hyson couldn't even refuse anymore. He let her pull him around and made him sit down obediently before she plugged in the hair dryer and helped him drying his hair. As the warm air from the hair dryer touched his scalp, Hyson felt like a warmth was seeping into his body and heart as well.
To be honest, whenever he was around Mu Chenyan, he really felt like a spoiled prince. If she could, she'd put the whole world at his feet. She was just that crazily indulgent towards the people she loved. Whether it was Raelle or he, Mu Chenyan loved them both a lot.. It was miracle how these two didn't actually turn into spoiled brats with all her pampering.
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