beatlemania, 1964.

a strange, strange figure (you!) began popping up in his dreams— though, the beauty encapsulating him. night by night, the two of you interacted more and more: it felt so.. damn real.

paul began to grown more and more attached to you. the power you had in your hands, the way your eyes lightened up when he got summoned in your eternal dream world.

and when he awakened, a longing sadness conquered him. as the day passed, he couldn’t wait to snuggle up in bed to pass out— and see you, as he developed into a true admirer …,

“i missed you,” he squeaked, his doe eyes growing vulnerable, in a way that was only preserved for you.