Peace, Love, & Pogo Sticks

Nothing Was Weird at the Garage Sale

Dreams are a strange concept. The idea that your subconscious can create such a vivid image while you're not even awake; a fantasy that feels so realistic that for a few brief moments you might even be able to convince yourself that it's real. And when the dreams are bad, you wake up with a deep sense of relief—finding yourself grateful to be freed of that negative alternative reality. But when the dream is good you might find yourself desperately trying to fall back asleep just to be back in that fantasy again, even if only for a few seconds.

That's where both Shawn and Camila found themselves when they woke up the next morning. Their dreams had been so overwhelmingly beautiful and intimate; a vivid depiction concocted by their imaginations of the many things they had mentioned over the phone the night before. 

Camila wondered if she had taken things too far. Things had been going so well for them and aside from occasionally making out, they had been doing a really good job at not crossing the line when it had come to their pre-boyfriend/pre-girlfriend agreement. As much as she enjoyed their conversation last night she also couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach  that things would be awkward between them now. She grabbed her pillow and pulled it over her face before groaning into it loudly. She heard her phone vibrate against her nightstand and eagerly shot up in bed to see who it was from. Part of her hoped that it was Shawn but another part of her was scared to see what he would have to say. She felt both a sense of disappointment and relief when she saw that it was Bristol.

B: Good morning sunshine!!! ☀️ Are you working today or can I get your help with something?

C: Not working. Whatcha need?

B: Brian and I have been cleaning out our place and made a last minute decision yesterday to have a garage sale today. Any chance you could come over and help us out? Pretty please? With a 🍒 on top?

Camila scrunched up her nose and stared at her phone screen. She didn't necessarily have anything else to do today, but she also didn't really want to do a bunch of work. She just wanted to be lazy. She also wanted to be a good friend, though—and today that meant helping with a garage sale.

C: I'll be there. What time?

B: ASAP 😬

C: 🙄 Be there soon

Camila got up out of bed and got ready to head over to her friends' house. Knowing she was likely going to be outside for most of the day, she decided to throw on a pair of denim shorts and an old t-shirt paired with her favorite pair of white tennis shoes. She threw her hair up into a messy ponytail and within half an hour she was out the door. 

"It's about time you got here," Brian joked as he opened their front door for Camila. She rolled her eyes and swatted him on the arm. 

"Whatever. Where's your wifey?"

"In the garage getting things set up."

"And why aren't you helping her? She's pregnant, Brian."

"Which is why I'm the one carrying all of the heavy boxes out into the garage! She's just setting stuff on tables. She's got the easy job." Camila laughed and left Brian to continue carrying stuff out while she went into the garage. 

"Alright, mama. I'm here."

"Ugh. Finally!" she huffed.

"Why are you and Brian both acting like I took forever to get here? I got here in like...half an hour."

"Yeah but it feels like longer when I'm doing all this work." Camila walked over to one of the boxes that Bristol had yet to unpack and started adding pricing stickers and setting them onto the tables that had been set up.