lilac scented dreams *fully updated and complete*

chapter three

Shooting out of bed, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I feel my heart, its pounding and I don't feel ice cold anymore. That was the most realistic dream I've had. Craziest too, it felt so real, I can still feel the pain of the tree branches hitting me. Looking around and I see I'm in my dimly lit bedroom, with the door shut. Now that I think about it, I don't remember getting out of the shower, let alone falling asleep in my bed. Hearing the faint singing of birds outside my house, I look over to my clock to see the time. Wow, I slept all day and night, its 7 am Sunday. Crawling out of bed as sluggish as possible, I notice that I am wearing my pink silk pajama set.

"Grrrrr" A sound came from my stomach, reminding me I never ate yesterday.

I should eat. I drag my feet the whole way to the kitchen, thinking of bacon. I walk to my fridge and grab my already cooked bacon, I don't feel like doing too much today. I grab a plate from the cabinet nearest my backdoor and some paper towels.

"Three minutes for extra crispy sounds like a plan," I say to the space surrounding me.

Starting the microwave and walking to Lucifer's food bowl I see it is still full. Huh, that's weird, usually needs to be refilled every morning or he throws a fit. I wonder where he is.

"Lucifer!" I yell out hoping he'll come like usual.

"Meorrrw" I hear from the laundry room, adjacent to the kitchen.

I walk over to it and open the door, Lucifer walks out and rubs up against me. I wonder how long he's been in there and why the door is shut. Hmm, maybe he accidentally shut himself in, strange. Beep, Beep. I walk to the microwave and grab my plate full of bacon. I walk from my kitchen to my living room, which is just through one doorway. I sit on my love seat and reach for the remote on the arm. I turn on the TV and start to pig out on my bacon.

Finished with my plate I sit it on the other couch cushion when I hear yelling outside. I get up and look out my window to see my neighbors moving out, putting their couch in the moving truck. Huh, they've lived there for ten years, I wonder why they decided to move. I mean it doesn't bother me much, they were always loud and rude. At least once a month they have a loud obnoxious party. I hope my new neighbor is nicer and quiet. Oh, maybe they will leave me alone. I like the quiet, it reminds me of something I can't remember. Still watching out the window I see the mailman put some envelopes in my mailbox. Getting up and deciding to go grab them, I walk out my front door.

As I'm walking to the mailbox I overhear my neighbors, a whiny voice filling my ears.

.

"I can't believe we're finally moving from this horrible place."

"I know we'll be free from here soon."

I wonder what is so wrong with that house, I think to myself grabbing the mail and briskly walking back into my house before they notice me. As soon as I make it through my door, I see what the mail is for today. Bill, bill, ad, and oh, my new book. Tossing the bills to the side I tear open the book envelope as gently as possible to not hurt the book. Upon taking it out I admire the cover art, "Uglies" the title reads. One of my favorite books growing up. I look up and see my bookshelf overstuffed with books, maybe a hundred. Softly setting the new book down on the edge of the shelf I realize maybe it's time to get a new bookcase. I grab my phone and open amazon with one mission in mind, a new bookcase, just a small one. Scanning through a few of them I find one that is about 4 feet tall, perfect, with room to grow.

"$200 for a bookcase? Oh well, it's essential." Talking to the small furry sleeping figure laying on the couch near me. Ok, time to read now. The question of all time in mind, to re-read something I know I love or read something new? I'll go with new. I grab Odyssey while doing so I inhale the book smell. Smiling and hugging the book, I know it will be good.

I set the finished book down and see that I have been reading for 5 hours and finished the book.

"Oops," I say to myself as I realize I did it again. Getting lost in a book is something that can't be helped with me. Getting to live through someone else and experience things otherwise unknown to you. It's the best feeling in the world. My life is so boring, sometimes I wish I was a character in a book so I could have a better life.

~Time jump~

Knock, knock, knock. The most peculiar knocking sound from my front door. Slow and steady like a preplanned countdown. Standing up from my couch I look over and notice the time. It is 7 pm on a Tuesday, who could this be? Walking slowly and steadily to the door, I open it and see the boy of my dreams. He was literally in my dream a week ago. His short, shaggy black hair was messy, in a way that was on purpose. His green and brown eyes were like honey swimming in a slightly tinted ocean. With the breath knocked out of me, and my heart a flutter, I feel like I know him from somewhere. I shouldn't be this taken back from someone I haven't even met yet.

A soft yet stern voice came from his plumped lips. "Hello, I'm your new neighbor, I was wondering if you had any eggs I could borrow till tomorrow? I was about to cook dinner when I realized I didn't have any." the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, with a dimple, formed on his face.

Realizing that it is my turn to talk, I try to subtly wipe off the goosebumps. "Uh, yeah, I have some. How many did you need?" I ask quietly.

Without thinking, he blurted out. "Just two." His face started turning red and his confident stance turned awkward.

"You can come in if you want," I mumble, hoping he heard it. Turning around and walking straight back into my kitchen. I walk to my fridge and grab the two eggs. What a handsome but awkward person he is. He said he's my new neighbor, I wonder if he moved into the house directly next door. I walk into my living room and see that he did step inside but is still halfway outside. Handing him the two eggs.

"Here you go, enjoy your meal."

"Thank you." with an awkward smile and a nervous turn he was out of my doorway and making his way out of my yard. That was the weirdest interaction I've had with someone before. I wonder why just looking at him made me so nervous and excited. I also am curious as to why I dreamed about him. Maybe I saw him checking out the house to see if he wanted to move into it. He was so cute and familiar. I want to get to know him, I want to meet him again. What the hell am I thinking? I have never thought that about someone before. Granted it's not like I get many dates, and when I do as soon as they come to my house they never talk to me again. What's the word for it? Ah, ghosting. They always run and don't look back. It's like they see a ghost. It's only guys I like though, oh well must be me.

What am I doing standing here staring at my closed living room door, drooling over some man I don't even know? I'm pathetic. I have no friends or social life at all. Sometimes I think up fantasies in which I'm the star. The one everyone loves and cares about. I get lost in my daydreams, so lost I can't tell what's real and what's not. My best friend is a cat, for god's sake. Maybe one day I'll wake up in one of my books, with a better life.

Looking into my bathroom mirror and studying myself, looking at every imperfection I have. My nose is slightly to the right, my eyebrows are unplucked. A small tooth gap in my smile, dark, almost black eyes. I'm nothing special, I'm not gorgeous. Probably the reason no one wants to date me. Not only my looks but my mind is out of whack too. I see people and hear things. I feel incomplete. Some things are not right with me, I have dreams of myself, no, someone that looks just like me. She's happy, and somehow beautiful even though we share the same face. Maybe it's the way she carries herself or speaks. Hell, it could be that maybe I know it's not me and I just see myself as ugly. A perceived image of myself that I wish to be? She is strong, confident, and brave. I'm weak, timid, and scared. It's like comparing a warrior to a small child never knowing the dangers of war.