He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Chapter Eight: A Dream is Wish

Theo and I were relaxing on the deck of small yacht in the middle of the ocean. We were perched in comfortable recliners, coconut drinks in our hands as the warm, summer breeze washed over our faces. The quiet sounds of seagulls squawking at each other and the splash of the water under our ship's haul, were the only soundtrack to such a peaceful scene.

Theo was decked out in an un-buttoned, white shirt that showed off the curves of his muscular chest, while I was draped in a flowy-white summer dress. Neither of us said anything, but our free hands lazily gripped each other in-between our seats. That quiet connection all couples needed with their partners.

I felt so at peace. So happy. Like I had finally attained everything I ever wanted.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the refreshing, salty air, when the sound of a quiet-melodic R&B beat began to echo around me. I popped my eyes open, still seeing the blue skies, the white fluffy clouds and the birds flying overhead. 

I glanced around me, wondering where the sound was coming from that was interrupting such a peaceful scene, but I couldn't find anything but water, blue skies and Theo beside me. 

As my brain slowly registered what was happening, I quickly became aware that I was not on a boat with Theo, but rather laying comfortably on my stomach, a pool of drool trickling slowly out of my mouth.

My eyes slowly popped open, drifting over the shadowed pink walls of my childhood bedroom. I groaned to myself, the R&B beat that I know recognized as New Seoul City's song, Don't Wake Me Up, sounding much louder.

It finally all made sense. 

I wasn't on a boat with Theo. I was in my childhood bed back in Kansas. That beautiful scene had been a dream that was unfortunately interrupted by some asshole  that decided to call me early in the morning. 

And I knew it was early, as only a few rays of light from the rising sun, peaked through the openings in my blackout curtains and brought light to my still mostly dark room.

I groaned again, not wanting to answer the phone. All I wanted was for it to stop ringing, so I could return to that dream. My dreams were the only place where Theo and I could be in love and I'd be damned if a phone call stopped me from enjoying that.

Or, at least, I would have been if I could have gone back to sleep. 

I had always been a problem sleeper, barely being able to make it through a full night without waking up at least two times. And, even if I could go back to sleep, I knew the likely-hood of me getting to have that dream again were slim to none. 

Deciding to just humor whoever decided to call me so early,  I slapped around the pink, end-table next to me, until my hand bumped into the cool, square rectangle that was making the very annoying noise.

Without even looking to see who was calling, I hit the green button and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked in a scratchy voice, my annoyance at having been woken up so early coming out in full force.

"Good Morning to you, too, sleepy head," Theo's soothing voice said as he chuckled lightly.

I gasped and jumped up, pushing myself up on one arm to get into a better position to talk to him.

"Oh my God! Theo," I practically shouted as I tried to clear my throat and get rid of the morning, gutter cat sound, "I didn't realize it was you."

"Yeah, I guess I am calling kind of earlier," He said sheepishly.

"No, it's okay. It's only,"  I checked the clock on my end-table, my eyes bulging when I saw the time, "7:30?!"

Theo barked out a laugh.