The Power Of Choice

Chapt 1

~Jackson~

"Wait for me... "

I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of the white speckled ceiling. It must still have been early in the morning, as there was barely any light filtering through the small crack in the curtains. I rolled over in bed, pulling my pillow up under my chin as I propped myself up on my elbows. With a sigh, my eyelids closed once more as I tried to recall the now familiar dream once again.

"Who are you?" I mumbled to myself, for what must have been the millionth time.

For the past few weeks, every night without fail, I'd been having a reoccurring dream. When it first started I was scared out of my mind. Afterall, the only thing I could remember from the dream was meeting a mysterious silhouette. No matter how often I saw it, I could never see their face, and even though I could remember talking to it, I would never remember what our conversation had been about. Often times I would be left wondering if I was really dreaming, or if I was just losing my mind. No matter how much I tried to forget about it, the figure would always find a way to worm it's way into my mind. A mere shadowy figure of a person, and it felt as if its only purpose was to torment me at every turn.

Yet, after weeks of meeting the mysterious shadow my wariness had eventually faded and my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I started to look forward to our nightly meetings and even if I couldn't remember what was said, the emotions I felt towards the shadow had started to change.

Night after night we'd meet in my dreams and every night we'd go a step further. From standing and talking to each other from a distance, to sitting and leaning against each other, hands entwined as we talked the night away. Each night brought us closer together and every morning I'd awaken, the discomfort of leaving them growing larger each day, wishing and hoping I could go back and see them again. I'd catch myself just thinking about them during the day and praying every night that when I went to sleep, that they'd be there waiting for me.

Last night had been our most memorable meeting yet and as I laid in bed with my eyes closed, I replayed what little I could recall. I could still feel the gentle caress of their hands as they'd roamed across my skin. Their domineering presence that demanded my full attention. The warmth of their breath as they'd nibbled on my neck. The taste of their lips as they'd wrestled with mine. I'd given my all to them and in that moment, I had felt complete.

The memories of the fleeting feelings only made me want to return to my shadow lover even more. To let them fill the void that I hadn't even know had existed, and to lose myself once again in their embrace.

I sighed as I rolled out of bed. Even if I were to fall back to sleep, I still wouldn't be able to see them, and reminiscing on what I had felt last night would only make it harder to get through the day. I really needed to get ready for my classes today anyway.

With a flick of a switch the bathroom was flooded with light, and the sudden brightness caused my eyes to water. I quickly made my way over to the sink splashing my face with cold water to wash the last dregs of sleep away. I looked up only to be greeted by two blood shot eyes staring back at me.

I really hated looking in the mirror sometimes. I wouldn't say I hated the way I looked, but there are a few things I wouldn't mind changing if given the chance. I wouldn't mind losing a few pounds around my stomach to be honest, and it wouldn't hurt if I had some more definition. My friends always tell me I don't need to worry about my size, but if I'm to be honest with myself, I wish I wasn't so big. Being 6"4' isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Especially when the best word to describe your physique would be fluffy.