Heavy Sleepers

Chapter 2

"Well, your dream just seems like your subconscious is telling you to get laid or something." Loren shrugged and went on with her business behind the bar counter.

"That's so stereotypical." I huff and lay my head on the cold counter. Her long arms swiftly cleaning up the mess from the earlier rush hour. I could hear the sound of the rag sweeping across the counter from my ear pressing up against the counter.

"Well the dream obviously took you out girl. Now stop drooling on my counter." I shifted up while simultaneously stretching out. The darkness of the restaurant made me want to sleep, or dream about him again.

I stared at the back of her. How her hair swayed and how her body swiftly organized the cups. The little light shown bounced of the durable plastic and illuminated her soft cheeks and hooked nose with jewellery on it.

She flew out here to get a modelling job. She left her parents and family to try and provide a realistic look on people I guess. The kicker is the agency that flew her out here thought she was Native American. She had to, as politely as a women of colour can in those situations, tell them she was Hindu and parents were from India.

She turned back around seeing the distraught look on my face.

"Well maybe you saw him before and you took a liking to him." I thought long and hard now. How the dream felt so vivid and real, but I couldn't make out his features. I couldn't have know if I knew the guy or not. Loren nodded in understanding and went on. "Well I can't talk about your wet dreams now Ari."

"It wasn't a wet dream." I lied right through my teeth, but to not further the conversation, I stopped to get up. "I'll see you later. Text me later okay." She only nodded and proceeded to help a costumer at the counter. I kept my head down, unbelievably freaked out by the dream, until I bumped someone on my way out. I quickly mumbled sorry as a walked out the door, and then it hit me when I looked back at the man.

The man kept calling me Aidona in my dream. My name was Aria. I looked back into the restaurant to see the man that I bumped into, but I was met with the stares of all the people in the restaurant. Smiling at me mischievously. As if the knew something I didn't. I blinked and everything seemed normal.

Well as normal as it gets. Again my mind wondered back to the dream. My paranoia got the better of me, settling in the bowl of my stomach. I rushed to my car hoping my work will distract me, and if it didn't, I was seriously thinking about seeing a therapist.