I couldn’t comprehend what I was
seeing. I was still in my room, but things were so different now. Sunlight
beamed through each of my windows, which were now open. The light however was
different. It was as if the sun had multiplied itself by two, because the light
coming through was so direct and bright like it was right outside both of my
windows, as opposed to in the sky where it should be. I felt like I should
panic but I didn’t, it all was just too beautiful. There was also the fog, it
was everywhere but I could no doubt see everything. Well almost everything. In
a split second the fog lifted and the sun beams left. I gazed in awe at the
figure that had suddenly appeared standing at the foot of my bed. He was
staring right back at me with a confused expression. As he composed his face I
took him in. He was lean and tall. Not just taller than me, but tall. His full
lips were pressed into a tight line, high cheekbones and a nose most would pay
for. When I looked into his eyes I was not at all prepared. They held so many
emotions, as plain to see as if it was written on my wall. Shock, Disbelief,
Skepticism, and a host of questions I couldn’t completely understand. He sat at
the end of my bed.
“Hi?”
he said in an unsure voice, though his voice was barely above a whisper.
“Hi?”
I said matching his tone, since I was as oblivious as to what was going on as
he was.
“You
can see me?” he asked the relief in his voice sympathetic.
“Of
course, can’t you see me?” I was on the verge of laughing, even though
somewhere in my brain I was still trying to figure out why there was a strange
man in my bedroom, an extremely exquisite specimen of a man, but a man no less.
My mind was saying panic, scream, and fight. I felt an odd sense of safeness though.
“This has never happened before.”
He said more to himself than to me. He moved closer to me and I stiffened. He smiled.
“Don’t be scared.”
“Ryan, get up!” I heard my brother
sounding far away.
The stranger smiled and stroked my
cheek with his fingertips. “See you soon.”
I
jerked up as I felt a pillow hit my face. “What Sean?”
“I’m
going to be late, that’s what. Are you hung over of something? You never
oversleep.”
“What
time is it?” I asked groggily, wanting desperately to get back to what I
assumed was a dream. I only assumed because in my eighteen years of existence,
I had never had a dream. Well I guess I did dream, because according to my
light research everyone did. I was just one of the rare individuals who did not
remember anything once I was awake. So why did I still feel the intensity I
felt when the stranger touched my face.
Since I never dreamed I never woke
up after five. I was usually dressed and had breakfast ready for my mom and my
younger brother Sean. So the look of panic, on his face at the moment was
completely reasonable.
“It’s seven, and we were supposed
to be gone by now. Coach is going to go nuts on me.” He whined.
I glanced at my clock and was instantly
angry. “Sean did you ever set your clock back?”
“Huh?” He asked confused, and
suddenly understanding surfaced on his face. “Oh, I totally forgot about that.”
He smiled apologetically, and then threw his self across the end of my bed. “Besides
your usually up before the son anyway, so I kind of panicked. So you have time
to make breakfast, I could really go for you blueberry and lemon pancakes.” He
said smiling at me.
“Too bad.” I said throwing my
covers back and stretching as I got up to find a t-shirt and jeans in my
drawers.“ I have an hour to get ready, and I have to pick Lindsey up for our
class today, so you should really make cereal.” I felt bad as I said it. It was
my fault for spoiling him all fourteen years of his life. Also, breakfast was
one of the two times a day we usually talked to our mom, after she came home
from working at the car manufacturing plant. I loved cooking so I usually made
breakfast and dinner because between the hours of seven in the morning until
seven in the evening she caught up on her sleep, but was always up and ready
for dinner and whatever show Sean was watching before she left back out to work
at ten thirty.
I turned and caught the sad baby
face he was trying to make, but since this past summer, he couldn’t pull it
off. My little brother had drastically transformed into an extremely tall and
bulky young man. I’m sure the football had played a major part in his
bulkiness, but the tall factor he had definitely gotten from our mom. She stood
a respectable 5’8 and Sean was already at 6 feet. I was practically crawling
behind them both at the mere height of 5’1, but that could possibly be my
fault, because of my early addiction to coffee. Whoever didn’t think that
coffee stunted growth, I was living proof.
“Look, I’m sorry, what if I hurry
and we stop at the Cavity on the way?” I asked trying to wipe that silly
expression from his face before I laughed.
“Deal!” he said as he jumped up
excitedly and walked from my room.
I walked into my private bathroom,
with the same elated feeling I felt every time I went in to it. Four years ago,
after living in a not so great neighborhood my whole life, my mother Diane
decided the family needed a change of scenery so her, my brother Sean and I
packed up our very small three bedroom house and moved into a quaint suburb.
This house was still new to me. There were three bedrooms and four baths. That
was exciting to me because one of the bathrooms was mine. I coveted the only
room downstairs, which was no problem with my mom and Sean, because of my early
bird tendencies. The other two bedrooms were spaciously separated upstairs.
After
doing my morning hygienic ritual, I quickly dressed in my favorite Bob Marley
fitted tee, jeans and sneakers. I took a long uneasy look at myself in the long
mirror on the back of my bedroom door. Like many teenagers I had insecurities.
However unlike most eighteen year olds, I still hadn’t got used to this body of
mine. My biggest was my body shape. I was what you would call curvy. Well, as
curvy as my 120lb frame would allow. While most girls in high school envied my
shape I hated it. It caused too much attention from guys. Which, I did not
want. I wished for my preteen body. The one I had before my flat chest produced
the c-cups I was now burdened with. Now my narrow hips developed a slight
curve. But most of all before my ass started to make its debut as the most
popular thing on my body. I was eighteen years old, but still feeling the same
insecurities I felt the summer before freshman year when my body began
changing. However, after my first trip to a club with Lindsey on her eighteenth
birthday, I started to add a few skirts, heels and what I call club attire to
my wardrobe.
I
walked to the big open kitchen, right off the family room, and found my brother
at the table talking to my mom. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down across
from my mom.
“Good
morning sweetie.” My mom said while yawning.
“Morning
mommy, how was work?”
“The
same. What is your schedule for the day?”
“Well
I have class this morning and, a shift at the bakery after that.”
“Which
class?” She asked fighting another yawn.
“Comp
two.”
Sean
cleared his throat.
My mom smiled. “So I hear you
overslept this morning. Well, I only say ‘overslept’ because you’ve been waking
up at five your whole life. Sean here seems to think you are hung-over. Are
you?” She asked with humor in her eyes but I saw curiosity in them also, like
maybe she believed Sean’s assumption was right.
“Actually
I had the most intense dream this morning that Sean unfortunately interrupted.”
I said, finally allowing my mind to remember it. In the shower, I had made a
mental note to discuss it later with my best friend Lindsey.
“That’s
surprising, considering the fact that you’ve always looked a Sean and I like we
had lost it, whenever we talk about our dreams, since you can never remember
yours.”
I laughed. “Because, it’s always
something silly, like a horror movie villain, chasing you through the house,
and let’s not forget Sean’s never ending killer penguin dreams.” I laughed and
shot a teasing look at him.
My mom and I laughed, while Sean
stood and disappeared around the corner. He came back a moment later as our
laughter died down, with his coat on and book bag slung over his shoulder.
“Come on, the doughnuts are
waiting.” He said handing me my keys.
“See you later mommy, I’m not
cooking tonight so I’ll get Chinese.”
“That’s fine, see you guys later.”
She rose and kissed both of our foreheads. “Have a good day.” She called as she
walked up the stairs.
I put on my coat, hat and gloves,
because despite how Sean might feel about them, only a fool who lived in Michigan
would go outside in December, without these essentials. I locked the front door
and safely made it to my Ford Fiesta without slipping on the ice, which would
be non-existent if Sean had followed mom’s instructions of putting salt down
the stairs and walkway.
“Sean, while I warm up the car, you
should go sprinkle some salt down. We don’t want mommy hurting herself.” I knew
I had to throw mom in there for him not to argue with me. He sluggishly obeyed
and then we were off to the bakery.
The Cavity was the bakery I worked
at through high school and still worked there five times a week since our house
was a reasonable commute to the university I attended. Despite the name, the
place was always packed to the capacity. So it didn’t surprise me when we
entered and could barely get through the crowd.
I handed, Sean my keys. “Go keep
the car running. I know what you want and I can get it faster than standing in
this line.”
“Get something for Chris and Alyssa too?” he
asked as he ran out. Chris had been his best friend since we moved here. They
both played on the football team and were rarely apart. Either they were at our
house raiding the fridge and playing video games, or they were at Chris’s doing
the same. Alyssa had recently weaseled her way into their small circle of nerdy
athletes, and much more into Chris and Sean’s friendship also. She was taller
than me but not by much, with red hair that stopped just past her shoulders.
She was pretty and she definitely knew it, with what I usually saw her wearing.
I didn’t like her and I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because she flirted with
them both openly in front of each other. ‘Pick one and stick to it, and please
not my brother’, is what I usually thought when I witnessed this, when she came
over, which was becoming more frequent.
I finally made my way to the front
after struggling with other customers who thought I was trying to cut the line.
I was actually but since I was the only one not behind the counter who could
ring myself up I felt I was entitled.
I spotted the owner and my boss as
I finally made it behind the counter “Hey Bobby.” I said to as I donned a hair
net and apron.
“Ryan? I thought you had class this
morning.” He said confused as he handed a woman her box of pastries and then
turned to look at my class schedule, I had posted next to the calendar. “Yes,
see here you have Composition this morning.” He then dragged his chubby finger
to the week’s schedule. “Your shift is not until one this afternoon.”
“I know, but I promised Sean
doughnuts this morning.” I explained putting on gloves. I wanted to tell him
about me oversleeping, but his mind would go straight to panic. Probably
thinking I would oversleep the days I came in at five to help him with the prep
work for all of his homemade pastries. Out of the other seven people he
employed, I was the only early bird who didn’t mind doing this. That was how I
beat out the other applicants for the job.
“Oh ok. Take what you need. We made
a bunch of those cinnamon rolls, him and his friends eat like potato chips.” He
went back to his next customer as I grabbed a box and a bag and began filling them,
making sure not to forget Lindsey and myself. I finished and said goodbye to my
other co-workers who gave me the look of envy, as I waved while pushing myself
through the crowd.
After dropping Sean off, I stopped
at my favorite coffee place for my ritualistic double espresso, and Lindsey’s
caramel macchiato. As I sat in my car blaring Lily Allen and waiting for
Lindsey, my thoughts went back to the dream. It wasn’t like all the other ones
I had been forced to listen to all of these years. Except for the brightness of
what I assumed was the sun, everything about it seemed too real. I replayed
every detail, trying desperately to convince myself that it was just a dream.
My bed squeaked as he sat down on it, I could feel the warmth of his breath
when he leaned in and spoke, and also the warmth of his hand when he stroked my
face. There was also the dialogue. He was surprised I could see him. I wonder
why this was. He also mentioned something about it never happening before.
Dream or not it was real to me and I couldn’t wait for our next meeting.
“Hey.” She said groggily as she got
into the car, adjusting the seat to her height, as it was still in the position
to seat my huge little brother.
As I pulled away from her house, I simultaneously
handed her the bag of muffins and the coffee.” You look like you could use
this.”
“You don’t know how right you are.
That woman makes me question why I just didn’t go away to school instead of
commuting.” She started ranting about her new step mom. “By the way, thanks for
driving me today. I’m still one hundred short to get my car out, but I’ll have
it by Friday.”
“You know that’s not even an issue,
so hush.”
She smiled. “So anyway, that bitch
had the nerve to tell me to trade rooms with that demonic spawn she gave birth
to because-“she cleared her throat to mimic her voice ‘It will give you
motivation to stop sponging off of your dad, and maybe you can move out
sooner.’ “Can you believe her? I already knew my dad would never back her up,
but I couldn’t help the string of curses I unleashed on her. I’ve lived in that
room since we moved in that house. My mom and I painted it. Well not so much
painted, more like picked different colors and splashed them all over the
place.”
She paused suddenly, biting her nails.
I knew that the memory of her mom was the trigger. Mrs. Phillips had passed
during our sophomore year, taken tragically in a car accident. Lindsey had a
very bad year, experimenting with drugs and alcohol. The only thing that seemed
to stick with her since then was her all black wardrobe. Everything in her
closet and drawers was black. Most took it as a sign that she was still
mourning, but she told me it was her mother’s favorite color. Mr. Phillips had
just remarried this past summer on my birthday, to a woman, who would make
Nurse Ratched seem warm. Sylvia entered the marriage with a daughter of her
own, also from a previous marriage. She quit her job as a receptionist at a
small clinic, right after she was married. I suppose she felt that Mr. Phillips
job as a professor at the university was enough to support the family. As if
she needed another reason for Lindsey to hate her. She was turning out to be
the evil step mother you only read about in fairytales. Her thirteen year old daughter
was the epitome of herself. I had only met them both a few times, but after a
extremely unnerving comment she made over dinner about, ‘my mom being a bad mom
for spending more time at work than at home where she should be, if she could
ever learn to keep a man around’ I was done with her. Her daughter Jamie hadn’t
done anything to me but I had heard enough stories to just make special
appearances at the house when I wanted to speak to Mr. Phillips.
“So what did your dad say about
it?” I asked, trying to pull her out of the sadness that would soon overtake
her.
“He too, agreed with me and
explained to her, that he had asked me to commute to school, because he wanted
to spend more time with me. Then he put his foot down telling me not to speak
to her like that again. That’s totally fine with me because I can call her a
bitch behind her back. Or I could do that fake cough around the house saying it
then.” She laughed. “Hey, did I tell you that I’m saving for my own place?” she
continued before I could answer. “I could wait until the trust my mom put aside
for me but that’s not until I turn twenty-one. One of us might not survive in
that house until then. I can’t wait
until he breaks it to her that she can’t re-model the kitchen yet because he’s
matching whatever I save.”
“I thought you guys had just
remodeled last year?” I asked turning into the parking lot.
“We did but she doesn’t like it.
Anyway, no more talk of the witch. I can’t believe I ranted about her the whole
way here. What’s new with you?”
I smiled, and then paused. I wasn’t
sure I wanted to mention my dream yet. What if she found it silly? Or dismissed
it? No, I would wait until I had more to tell.
“No, not really. How is Ben?” I
asked referring to her boyfriend.”
“He’s good; he will be home in a
few days for Christmas break. I still can’t get over us actually making this
long distance thing work.” She said as I pulled into a spot.
I laughed. “He’s only an hour away. You’ve
seen him like twice a month since he left.” I replied as I grabbed my book bag
from the backseat and we started toward the English building.
“So
is Josh still calling?” She asked carefully, like she wanted to take it back
once it was out of her mouth.
“Unfortunately.”
I said already regretting, my impulse decision to ignore the question.
“I
know I’m going to regret saying this, yet again, but Ryan come on! You should
really give the guy a break. He didn’t do anything wrong. He talks to Ben all
the time about you; he is still wondering why you dumped him.” She said rushed,
assuming I would interrupt her.”
“Are
you done?” I asked holding the door open for her to enter the building in front
of me. We quickly made it to our class and took our seats. As our instructor
handed back our papers, and began talking about the research paper we had been
dreading since September, I started to think about Josh.
Josh
Paris was my high school sweetheart. We dated from our sophomore year until the
end of our senior year. While he took the break-up hard and had initially
called me a heartless bitch for dumping him, I felt it was the most practical
thing to do. He was going away to college and I wasn’t, so why would I put us
through the not always realistic situation of a long distance relationship. We
were too young to be tied down like that. I loved him of course he was my first
love and the only guy I had ever had sex with. I was sure he would never
understand how painful it was for me to make that decision, but I would have
rather dealt with the pain of our breakup before he left, than get that phone
call or text saying that he had met someone else. Lindsey felt I was being
self-sabotaging, but I felt I was being smart.
“Ms.
Nelson, you seem deep in thought, what are you writing your research paper
about?” My instructor Mr. Harris asked snatching me out of my thoughts. He
always caught me off guard, I could be listening intently, and as soon as I
start to think of what I had to do when I left here or what I was making for
dinner, he’d asked me a question.
I
had yet to start my paper yet even though it was due on Friday. I scrambled
around my brain and came up with the first thing that came to the surface.
“Dreams.” I said finally.
“Dreams?”
he asked puzzled, and I thought he would leave it at that, but of course he
didn’t. “What exactly about dreams?”
This
time I was prepared. “Well it will kind of be from personal experiences and
research. I’ve never had dreams, which I could remember, until recently. So
I’ve been researching why that is, and if there are others who don’t dream and
the supposed reason behind it.” I finished giving Lindsey and exasperated look
out the corner of my eye.
He
tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Well I look forward to reading it.
Everyone else submit your rough drafts by the end of the day.” He said then
dismissed us early. Happy to get away from him I quickly grabbed my things and
started for the door.
“Ms. Nelson, do you have a minute?”
He asked as soon as my foot started to cross the threshold.
I sluggishly turned and sat in the
desk closest to the door. As she past I handed Lindsey my keys.
Finally I met his gaze. “What can I
help you with?”
“I’m extremely intrigued with your
paper topic. I don’t however feel that three days will give you sufficient time
to do that thorough enough job for you to receive anything above a D.”
“I can’t get a D; I’m on an
academic scholarship.” I said panic strong in my voice.
He looked thoughtful for a few
moments and then spoke. “Well your work so far has been above exceptional so, I
could just base your final grade on those and the rough draft you submit. In
turn you would have to become my T.A. next semester.”
I stared at him contemplating
spending more time than necessary and wondering why he all of a sudden was
offering this opportunity. Freshmen rarely got to be teacher assistants. “I
think I’ll just pick another topic.” I said standing. “But thanks for the
offer.” I hurried out without another glance in his direction.
After working six hours and closing
with an older co-worker Lois, I was not in the mood to find Alyssa lying across
the couch on top of Chris and Sean. Hey legs across Sean’s lap and her head in
Chris’s lap.
“Manner’s
children!” I said as I made my way to the kitchen and dropped the bags of
Chinese food on the island counter. Sean came in a moment later.
“Seriously
Sean, what if it was mom who saw that.” I hissed.
He
rolled his eyes. “Oh please, don’t be such a prude. We were just hanging out,
and if I remember correctly I’ve caught you and Josh making-out on the couch
too many times to count. We were just watching T.V., you just don’t like her,
so you use any excuse to make her fell unwanted here.”
“She
is unwanted here.” I said quietly, while placing three plates on the table.
Sean
grabbed two more from the cabinet. “Mom already said Chris could stay and you
don’t want to be rude and not invite Alyssa. Mom wouldn’t like to hear about
that.”
“Mom wouldn’t like what?” My mom
asked entering the kitchen.
“Nothing, how did you sleep?” I
asked taking a seat at the table as Chris and Alyssa took seats on the stools
in front of the island.
“Fine, did you get Thai fried
rice?”
“Yup and crab Rangoon.”
“Gross.” Sean said as he grabbed
sesame chicken and fried rice and his plate and went to sit at the island
between his friends.
After dinner Chris and Alyssa said
goodbye and Sean and I lounged on the couch, with my mom, watching a really bad
reality TV show. After it went off Sean excused himself to bed, and suddenly, I
couldn’t wait to get to sleep either.
“Well, I’m going to clean the
kitchen and go to bed.” I said standing.
“I can do it; I still have a bit of
time before I leave out. Go to bed, don’t you have to be at the bakery at
five?” She said leaving me in the family room.
I actually didn’t, because I had
prepped more than half of the stuff before I had left for the night. I wanted
to see if my dream this morning was a fluke or not though.
“Goodnight Mommy.” I said hurrying
off too my room and closing the door.
The
first thing I did was shower and wash my hair. If I did this tonight I could
gain a half hour of sleep. After dressing in shorts and a tank-top, I set my
alarm clock so I could wake up on time to make breakfast. After climbing in bed
I turning my TV to a movie so I could fall asleep. After this my thoughts went
into overdrive. What if I was imagining all of this? What if it was just a
stupid dream? Nothing special just in the sense that it was the first one I had
ever had. Maybe tonight I would dream of Sean’s killer penguins.
I
sighed, disappointed, and the last thing I heard was my mom shutting the front
door.
I
opened my eyes again to bright light and fog, and once it vanished, he was
standing in that same spot again. This time there was no hesitation as he sat
facing me my on my bed.
“Hello.”
He said smiling.
“So
we meet again.” Was my brilliant response.
He
laughed. “You weren’t so sure we would though.” It wasn’t a question.
I
frowned. “What?”
“You
thought I was just a random dream, and the minute before you feel asleep you
were imaging dreaming about killer penguins.” He said fighting a laugh.
“How
do you know that?” I asked scooting away from him.
He
followed, this time closer to me. “I’ve been here all day. I’m a part of your
subconscious. Any strong emotions or loud thoughts I can feel or hear them.” He
said scooting even closer and gently grabbing my hand.
He
was inches from my face now and I was finding it almost impossible to
comprehend what I wanted to say. So I took the time to look him over again.
Face still gorgeous, but now it held something different. He no longer looked
as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. It looked as if that
weight had been lifted and now his already beautiful features had been
multiplied with the blatant happiness that was now on his face. I hadn’t paid much attention to the clothes
he was wearing during our last meeting, but I noticed now that he wore jeans
and a t-shirt. My eyes traveled back up to his and he was staring intently at
me.
“What?”
I asked suddenly self-conscious about his stare.
“Just
thinking about something else I overheard today. Is it true that until you met
me that you had never dreamed?” he asked looking me directly in my eyes.
“Yes,
it’s true. I always listened to others dream thinking how crazy it all sounded
and being glad that I never had them.”
He
laughed again.
“I’m
not sure I like that you just live inside, my head now. I mean, isn’t that a
total invasion of privacy. Not to mention the fact that if I told anyone about
it, I would be instantly committed.” I said, instantly playing it out all in my
head, and then stopping abruptly. “I thought dreams were supposed to be
disorienting, and hazy. I don’t even feel asleep right now. It’s like I’m
awake, sitting here with you.” I tried to think of a different way to describe
it, but I was at a loss. So I just lost myself in his eyes again.
He
stared back into mine looking for something I’m not sure of. He traced the
lines inside of my palm, while I traced the bone structure of his face. He
wasn’t imperfectly gorgeous, but that seemed to make the allure stronger. While
his nose and high cheekbones were perfect, his lips were uneven, the top almost
the same size as the bottom. I started to trace the veins shown on his arms. I
traced from his wrist to his elbow. That is when I actually to in his size and
shape. While my initial reaction was that he was skinny and tall, I now saw
that there was a great amount of muscle behind is lanky build.
My
eyes traveled back to his and I watched him give my body the same review I had
just given his. I didn’t realize my blanket was thrown off of me until he
reached my legs and the plaid shorts I had worn to bed. I lowered my head and
my jaw clenched automatically with an extremely audible sound in the both
scary, but comfortable silence.
“What’s
wrong?” he asked in panic.
“Nothing,
I can’t complain that you are doing the same thing I just did.”
“You
can. Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“A
bit, but that’s more my insecurities than anything else.”
“Insecurities?”
he asked confused. “What could you possibly have to be insecure about? Never
mind don’t tell me.” He stood from my bed and reached for my hand. I obeyed and
he walked me to the mirror on the back of the door. “Show me.”
I
started at the same reflection I saw every day and began. “First my height, to
some girls it might be acceptable to be this short, but not for me. Others
always take my height as that they can overpower or intimidate me.” I took a
breath and found his eyes again already on mine through the refection standing
silently behind me. “I sound silly. I guess the only real problem I have with
my body is the attention I get from it.”
“There
is absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look. You just have to learn to
ignore the unwanted attention.” He turned me towards him, and lifted my head so
our eyes could meet. “Would my attention be unwanted?” He said leaning in a
little more as he spoke each word.
I
tried to focus on answering his question but my unsteady breathing was making
it hard. He continued to lean in a tiny distance at the end of each ragged
breath I took. When he was only a fraction of an inch away from my lips, his
eyes asked if he should continue. I’m not sure what mine conveyed, but within
the next second our lips met.
I
had only ever kissed Josh and it had been so long since I had, that I was
afraid I was doing it wrong. Silly me, I guess I was doing fine because his
arms, at first cupping either side of my face, were now wrapped tightly around
my waist. We continued on for and inestimable period of time, him at one point
actually lifting me up to meet his face without him bending.
I
pulled back first, to steady my breathing and pulse. He carried me back to my
bed, sitting me back in the position I was in before and then sitting beside
me.
“That
was-“I started, but not sure how to finish
“Intense.”
He finished, grabbing one of my hands and enclosing it inside of his.
“Crazy
seems like a good fit for it too.”
He
looked surprised. “Why do you say that?”
“Well
first off, I don’t even know your name, and two you’re a dream. A great figment
of my imagination of course, but when it comes down to it your just a mirage of
something or someone my subconscious wants me to work on.” I said obviously
working myself up. I started to hear an annoying beeping sound in the distance.
I now took in his surprisingly unpleasant face. I reached out and angled his
face so that our eyes could meet again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive, and I’m just frustrated
that this is all only a dream.”
“It’s
much more than just that, Ryan.” He said while the beeping seemed closer.
“What
is it then?” I asked trying to ignore the annoying beeping growing louder.
He
smiled and stroked my cheek and I couldn’t help leaning into his touch. “We’re
out of time.”
“Well
at least tell me your name.” We were nearly shouting by now, that stupid sound
blaring closer now.
“Collin.”
He said simply, and kissed me once more, before I was pulled out of my
unconsciousness.
I
woke up to the loud sound of my previously set alarm clock. I reached to my
night stand and tried to hit the off button, but I had too much force behind it
and it landed across my room with a crash.