DIFFERENT -Eli Moskowitz-

8.0

written from Kay's perspective

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, the same as I did yesterday. Except a lot had changed in my life since yesterday. Instead of not knowing what to expect at school, I now knew my classes. Instead of not having any friends, I now had three. Instead of being boy free, I now had Eli on my mind. Why was he the first thing that I thought of, the first person even? I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up more, though my mind was still on Eli as I stood up out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. While I was showering, all I could think about was him. Not in like ~that~ way, but in the way, like about how sweet he is, and how he is really shy, but not as much once he's comfortable around you, and how he is really cute. Oh for crying out loud, I have a crush on him, don't I? No, I couldn't, I just met him, and I barely knew him. It feels like I've known him forever. Maybe I have just a little tiny crush on him... I kept getting ready while arguing with myself about Eli, when before I knew it I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal when mom came in, and started making herself some breakfast. 

"Hey sweetie, how'd you sleep?" She asked.

"I slept good mom, what about you?" I asked her back. 

"I had a really crazy dream, but I don't remember what happened though, so I can't tell you about it. Did you have any crazy dreams? Or I guess just any dreams at all that you remember?" For as long as I can remember, mom and I would always talk about our dreams together. The crazier the better, because that meant the more we got to dissect them, and figure out what they could mean. I don't know why we do it, but it's fun and it's something to pass the time. If at the very least it's a conversation, and mom always says that conversations are the base of relationships. 

"I either didn't have any dreams last night, or I can't remember them." I told her. I didn't feel like sharing that I had truthfully remembered a dream from last night, since it was only a short dream. And due to the fact that it had someone in it, that would lead her to make assumptions, that I didn't need her to make. I just remember that it was me and Eli, at the park, but the one from back home, not the L.A. one. We were just swinging on the swings, laughing. We weren't saying any real words to each other, it was all gibberish, but we laughed none the less. From what I knew about dreams already, and what they meant, I could decipher my own dream decently well, and now thinking about it, it might make sense why Eli was on my mind when I woke up. Eli and me laughing could mean that, when we are together I feel happiness, which is true, and us speaking gibberish could mean that I am frustrated with out relationship in real life, or that I have the desire to understand something more about the relationship or want a question answered about it, which also might make sense. The swings obviously represent that I'm moving back and forth between a decision, trying to figure it out what the right decision is. The dream made sense, and it was my body telling me I am definitely thinking about Eli probably more than I should be. 

"Well it's too bad neither of us remember our dreams. Maybe we should both start doing dream journals, that could be fun, what do you think?" Mom asked me, bringing me back to the reality that I was still eating breakfast. I looked to see a smile on her face, and I knew she liked the idea of dream journals, and I didn't want to dull her sparkle, over something that I didn't really have an opinion on. 

"Okay! Dream journals sound like a good idea, we can pick some up this weekend when we go get groceries!" I told her, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. Her smile got even bigger after hearing me say that. Yippee, guess that's another thing I'll be doing now. Honestly it doesn't sound that bad, it really doesn't. I'm just worried she'll make me share every single dream I write in there, and even though we're really close, I am still a teenager, and there are some special types of dreams that I would rather not share with anyone, especially my mother. I also don't want to hear all of her dreams, incase she has one of those special types of dreams too. Ew! Gross! It's too late, I've already though about it, and now I want to set myself on fire to get those images out of my head.