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Dream Lover
Every night I hope and pray
A dream lover will come my way
A girl to hold in my arms
And know the magic of her charms
'Cause I want (yeah-yeah, yeah)
A girl (yeah-yeah, yeah)
To call (yeah-yeah, yeah)
My own (yeah-yeah)
I want a dream lover
So I don't have to dream alone
I can't fall asleep — stupid lovesickness. My alarm clock indicates 3:00 a.m. Next to me, Plagg snores.
Why is the woman of my dreams so close and yet so far away? I turn around and look out of the window.
I hope and pray that I could see Ladybug. That she comes to me, that she likes me too, that I can hold her in my arms.
But this will only remain a dream because she only wants me as a partner. Only in my dreams can I call her my own.
Sorrowful, I slipped into the dream world. Usual scenario. Me, all alone in the big villa.
My father nowhere to be seen. Nathalie reads me my schedule, which is packed with fencing, Chinese lessons, and model jobs.
I scream for help. Typically Ladybug comes to my aid, but not this time. I go to my room, which is so big and yet too small at the same time, which is too full of stuff and yet too empty.
But something is different. I look around, and then I see it. There is a gift on my desk, and a red shadow swings out of the window.
Wait – that was the day, Ladybug brought me the gift from my Brazilian fan club. It was a strange but beautiful day.
The dream scene changes.
I'm standing outside. I see the girls from my class sitting on the bench. They're looking at Marinette and me like under a spell.
Wait, Marinette and me? I hear myself say, "You've always been more than just a friend to me!" What does my dream -I say? I love Ladybug, Not Marinette! She IS just a friend.
Another scene change.
Sitting alone on a roof. Paris is flooded. I feel incredible sadness and loneliness. As if I had a hatred of the world and all who live on it.
The next moment M'Lady addresses me. We talk for a while; I don't understand what we're talking about, and then suddenly we're fighting with each other.
No, that must not be the case! Sweat-bathed, I wake up when the alarm clock rings. It's 6 a.m. Time to start my packed day again.