Nothing but the sound of a twenty seven year old man, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath while banging on a black apartment door early in the morning. Grumbling went on, on the other side of the door, and rustling and tripping, cursed words were yelled, silently.
"Who the he-," David Thompson unbolted the lock and is standing across Charles Philips.
"Charlie? What is wrong with you man? It is FOUR IN THE MORNING, did your watch stop?" David looking annoyed and tired. But Charles walks pass David and into his apartment, still breathing deeply.
"Well make yourself at home pal! And the heck with the breathing, you ran a marathon or something," says David sarcastically along making hand gestures.
A quiet and calm voice lit the room. "I dreamt of her." David slams the door, not forgetting to lock it.
"Is that what this is all about?" In disbelief, David is definitely awake. "Charles for jesus sake, you dream of her every single night! It is only a dream."
"You don't get it, this is different. She talk to me."
"Yes, alert the reporters, only you can dream of two people having conversation." Scoffing, David roll his eyes.
"You don't understand!" pacing back and forth, face dripping with sweat. "She was telling me to let go and get over her. She says happiness is out there, for me."
"Your wife never fails to say the right things. Although I agree with dream-Ann but, it's just a dream."
Charles stops. "So you're saying that it makes no sense at all?"
"That's not what I said, look, if you want to see dreams in a different perspective then good. But don't go thinking that your deceased lover magically visited in your dream-" David pauses, then walks away and dives in the kitchen for a beer.
"Are you kidding me?" snickering, Charles looks at him with disbelief.
"What?" Shrugging and chugging down beer, David avoids eye contact.
"Out with it Thompson."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You, I have known you for like what, five years? You do awkward, out of the topic things because you're holding something back. Like this right here, grabbing a beer suddenly when you've had serious eyes."
"I do not have serious eyes."
"Ahh yeah, you do. What is it that you wanted to say about Ann?" Now Charles goes to the refridgerator to grab a beer. He join David at the kitchen counter.
"Buddy look, it's common sense, open up your heart and think about it. You're fed up with the grief. But you just can't bring to yourself to take that in. Why else would you dream of Anna in that sense?" Charles gulp down his beer and think hard.
David sigh and said, "Of course I might just be talking nonsense again, you know me. It's just a dream. Don't put too much effort in it." He pats Charles on the back and takes another mouthful of beer.
"The things she said, everything, just makes it harder." Walking over to the couch. "She asks me to move on.." David sigh but of course not without yawning first.
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"How was your sleep?" Ariana says, terrified of her friend's face. They were still hiking through the jungle.
Samantha didn't make any effort to not sound sarcastic. "Let's do a check list shall we? Ariana, okay let's see, I slept in a jungle full of mosquitoes. There was no fire to keep us warm. We're still trekking through a stupid tree place from nature. Did I mention mosquitoes likes blood? Oh yes. Seems to them, my face is the 'it' place for mosquitoes to hang." Ariana can't stop looking at Samantha's face while they walk.
Samantha glares at Ariana, "ARIANA! Stop staring at my face!"
"How can you not scratch your face?" Ariana burst out laughing. Causing her to stop and gasp for air, while Samantha stomps off without her.
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The life within the lines.
Mystery / ThrillerAn author discovering there's a little more to his books and characters than it is.
