chapter three

With my eyes closed I could here the ruffling of a bag from the kitchen, the fridge door slammed shut. Glasses chattered, the water was running, and just then her cellphone began to ring. I lied awake with my eyes still shut, and suddenly I was the audience of a conversation,she wasn't thrilled to be engaged in.
              "I know, I know,"she interrupted, "I just don't feel i have much to say about it, you're aware how I feel about things, I made myself clear last night, and now isn't the time for me." 
"But--"
"Yes, alright.." 
With every pause i could hear the person on the other end rambling on, in a very high pitched voice that sounded concerned. I was so curious as to what the conversation was about,whatever it was it didn't make her too happy.
"okay, goodbye!"
Listening to the fridge open again, I slightly squinted my eyes just enough to see ice tea in two glasses on the counter. The water was still running, as she stood in front of the sink with a sponge in her hand. Tiny bubbles floated from in front of her. She placed the sponge back in the sink and turned off the faucet. I clenched my eyes shut as she wiped her hand down the side of her jeans,turning towards the living room. Feeling weary, i adjusted myself to my side and pictured myself in times square when i saw her face. I replayed this moment in my head.


               It was dark, the sky was opaque and the air around me felt stiff. There were lights, but they were dim. All the buildings were very dull, they didn't seem so tall anymore. Crowds of people passed moving a lot slower than normal. Some people looked up, others looking down. Faces blurred in and out as i made my way down this street, things weren't so clear to me. Lost in this surreal world in my mind i searched for a sign of direction and there she was. Time stood still as i watched this silhouette of perfection glide in front of me. She danced down the sidewalk, reaching for my hand as i followed her. Her eyes shining, her mind at ease and she danced freely while everyone watched. Smiling a familiar crocked smile, God she looks just like her. She grabbed me by the arm and i let my hips follow my feet, as i lifted my arms my hands interlocked with hers and we danced. So unconsciously, so confidentially, we let our spirits guide our bodies. All i saw was her face, and she smiled at me as we spun in perpetual circles. With every circle swirls of lights began to get brighter, gleaming like a spotlight around her beautiful features. Around her round cheeks, leaving  sparse shadows in her perfect dimples,curving around her full bottom lip,disappearing under her chin. I smiled back at her and looked up to see that faces were no longer blurry. I felt small as my eyes meant the sky, seeing the rooftops from down below on the small city streets. The stars looked like the crystals that rested under her eyelids, and the points of the half moon was shaped like the corners of her eyes.
             I felt a tug on my arm, and turned to see her pulling me into a car. A small sports car,silver. She sat in the back in the middle, she fastened her seat belt. I sat next to her and did the same. starring to the front in confusion as we waited for the driver to arrive. I wanted to ask her where we were going, but when i parted my lips i heard silence. The silence was getting louder. It started to ring in my ears. I lifted my hands from my thighs and pressed them hard against my head, my right side specifically. just when i began to panic, i could see what looked to be a boy walk in front of the high-beams that shed from the car. He looked about 5'8, brown hair. I knew that face, yes i definitely have seen that face. I heard the driver's door open,and just then Naveah grasped my forearm. Tears fled from her eyes. I felt distant,captured, almost trapped in this unreal place. i didn't want to go, for some reason i felt like this car ride wouldn't be good. Who was he? I've seen him around, i know him.
"He's dead.", she whispered.


     My eyes were so sore when i woke. They felt extremely heavy, and i couldn't wait to jot down what i remembered in my note-pad from my dream. In fact i couldn't wait to freshen up, noticing the sweat that was dripping from the side on my forehead. When i turned over i saw her sitting in front of the television on the floor. She'd changed into a pink fuzzy robe that looked twice her size. She hadn't realized i was awake yet, and i didn't make it obvious. i slowly pulled the blanket from the lower half of my body and slipped my note-pad and pen from my bag that leaned against the foot of the couch. As i sat back, and clicked my pen she turned towards me and smiled. 
           "Hey, guess we were both pretty tired!"
I nodded my head, and smiled "Yeah i guess so" I said while laughing,"Wheres your bathroom again?"
She pointed towards the hall "Past the kitchen on the right."
I stood from the couch and headed to where she'd been pointing, with my note-pad clenched in my hand. I opened the bathroom door, to see a butterfly shower curtain and small butterfly paintings on the walls. I put down the lid of the toilet and closed the door behind me. I removed the pen from behind my ear and sat on the toilet, writing down what i remembered from my dream. I'd been doing this since i was about nineteen. Ever since i had that dream about her, i thought maybe they'd tell me something later on in life and here i was sixteen years after i started with no knowledge of what they meant. I continued to write. I wrote about the city, how the lights were swirling around her face. How she danced, and i followed. How she sat in the back of the car so frightened, but said nothing. Then him, who was he? I thought back to a friend who once told me that you never dream of people you've never seen. I've obviously seen him before, but where? I was determined, i would find out.