Spencer didn't usually have good dreams. If it wasn't the one that made sense, it would be a nightmare. Sometimes it was a scene where she got a B for History, sometimes it was when she lost in a fight with Melissa. Those actually were her bearable nightmares. The one that made she scared the most was the one with no actual human form. There would be a faceless someone chasing her. She didn't know if there was really someone or it was just her imagination. But she would keep running, and hiding. And running, and falling. And then she woke up. Whichever the dream was, Spencer found herself being awoken with her forehead bathed in sweat more often than a girl her age should do.

That didn't mean she had no good dreams. Sometimes the dream makers decided to treat Spencer with ones that were so beautiful they could only be dreams. Those had nothing to do with her grades or her sibling. And unlike the ones with the faceless someone, these always had a face of a person.

Spencer had stopped wondering why, in her good dreams, she always found Emily.

She knew why, for a while.

She liked those dreams. She preferred having them over the nightmares. That was obvious.

She hated those dreams. She still preferred having them over the nightmares. That was strange.

There were the wind and the green fields. There were the night and a sky full of stars. And there was Emily. Sometimes she talked, smiling. Sometimes she didn't, still smiling. Those dreams healed Spencer in a way that it could easily break her.

But she loved it. She craved for it. Because how many times in real life she could lay next to Emily like this, contemplate her inside out beauty and not freak her out? How many times in real life she could slowly move her hand along their body just to hold Emily's in hers?

It was a dream with just the two of them. No Alison.

Spencer untangled her hands from her hair, swallowed roughly another pill before heading to bed. Emily could be waiting for her.