In My Dreams

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“Mom, I’m going to The Café to do my homework!” I shouted down the hall to her room.

It was a beautiful December morning, with thick snow on the ground and the sun high and bright in the sky, trying to melt it all away. Winter had always been my favorite season, nothing was better than a warm fire and hot coffee.

The Café was the best hang out spot. It was a small coffee shop in Town Square. Town Square was the little shopping center in our small town. It lived up to its name. It was a square, made up of all kinds of little grocery stores, antique shops, and restaurants, all surrounding Foster Park.

I parked farther than necessary, having the desire to get a little exercise and walk to The Café. I saw a few kids from school, walking along the shops and others I saw eating in Filipo’s Diner. I smiled at a few I knew relatively well and enjoyed the quick wisped of warm air that would hit me when I walked by an open door.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Shay: Hey, wanna meet up at The Café?

Me: I’m actually heading over now :P

Shay: Awesome. Be there in 20.

As I entered the café, warm air, the smell of cinnamon, and chocolate all hit me at once. I took my usual seat next to the window, looking out at Foster Park.

A young couple caught my attention, they were probably a little older than me. Sitting on the large frozen fountain, they were taking pictures together and goofing around. I smiled and unwrapped the scarf from around my neck, setting it in my lap.

“What can I get you, Jade?” a familiar voice asked. She was the sweetest lady, always working.

“Oh hi, Betty. I think I’ll just have the usual. Thank you." I grinned, excited to have my favorite drink.

“One mocha latte and a blueberry muffin coming up,” she said cheerfully.

Taking my coat off and putting my hair up in a ponytail, I got started on my homework.

I blankely stared at my Physics textbook for ten minutes, trying to concentrate, but I had this weird feeling keep nagging me. It was that feeling of being watched. I turned around and spotted a young guy I had seen around school many times before. Oh gosh. He always stared at me. He was cute and all, but the staring made me uncomfortable. I curtly nodded and turned back, trying to concentrate again.

I finally got  a little work done so I put my homework away and pulled out one of my favorite books that I had read several times already.

I heard the ding of the front door, signaling someone entered the shop. I was too engrossed in the book to look up when I felt fuzzy gloves cover my eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Jack Black,” I said, doggy earring the page and setting the book  down in my lap.

“Ouch. That’s hurtful.” Shay took a seat in front of me. She laughed, taking a bite of my muffin. “I sure hope I don’t sound like him. That would be disturbing.” Taking out her notebook, she glanced over my shoulder and mischeviosuly grinned. “Who's the admirer staring holes into the back fo your head?" she snicked.

“Oh, him? Eh, some guy I've seen around school. It's creepy,” I said, warming my hands on my mug.

“I’d say flattering. He’s cute.”

I just rolled my eyes and tried to change the subject. “So, I had another dream with him in it.” I had my eyes on my open book.

An awkward pause caused me to look up at Shay. "What?"

"Well, aren't you goign to say anything?"

"What am I suppose to say to that? 'Oh, I'm so sorry you have a hot boy stalking you in your dreams, Jade! The horror!' " She mimicked a very girly voice. 

I tried to keep a straight face. "The girly voice doesn't suit you."

She laughed into her cup. “No seriously, how am I suppose to react? He's not even real, so..."

Her smile faded when she saw my disappointed look.

“Jade, he’s just a figment of your imagination.”

“But-“

“I bet this happens to a lot of people. Ya know, reoccuring dreams are normal!" She took it upon herself to finish my muffin.

I gave her my best ‘well no duh’ face. “But this isn’t normal! It’s not normal to see the same person in every dream for the past three months! Let alone a person I have never met before!”

She took a moment to respond. “Okay, fine. It’s not normal. But you gotta quit day dreaming about a guy that doesn’t even exist. Find a guy out here, in the real world!" She dramatically referred to our surroundings. "Why not go ask him for his number?” she asked, nodding towards the creeper peeper behind me. That’s the nickname I gave him.

“No thanks,” I said, crossing my arms like a stubborn child.

Doesn’t even exist. Those words stung me for some reason.I don’t know, did I want him to be real?

“Maybe I should go see a doctor…” I suggested, my attention dragging out the window. When my eyes swept over the same fountain I was looking at earlier, my eyes stopped on a guy with a black hoodie, dark jeans, and converse. My breath hitched in my throat.

What the...

His back was turned and his hood was pulled up, hiding his hair color.

Without thinking, I got up from my seat and was out the door. The cool breeze hit me and gave me goose bumps, adding to my sudden rush of adrenaline.

Please be real. Please be real. Please be real.

 I stopped right behind him, not sure of what to do. I probably looked like a total creeper.

What do I say? I’ve replayed this scenario in my head a thousand times. I even wrote down what I would say to him. Although at the time I highly doubted I would ever meet him...

Why can’t I think straight?

“Uh, hello,” was all I could manage.

Wow. Smooth.

It was like slow motion when he turned around. My expectations high. “Do I know you?” he asked. My heart dropped, along with my smile.

I sighed. It wasn’t him. In fact, he looked nothing like him. This guy had blond hair, blue eyes. “Oh, sorry, I-I thought you were someone else. My bad,” I said, turning back with downcast eyes.

What was I thinking?

He’s not real.

I needed to convince myself that before I went mad.