BLACK MAMBA [h.s]

02

What happens in our sleep? Do we always make scenarios or do we 'speak from experience'? What is it about dreams that make you think about specific people at specific times? Even when you've never seen or have spoken to these people who appear in them?

Dreams are, as a dictionary would pronounce, a series of thoughts, images and sensations in someone's mind during sleep. But what truly is a dream? Are they memories? Are they based on memories?

I spent the entire night dreaming about him and I in a club. Dancing, kissing each other. It was so real, it didn't even feel like a dream. I realized I was dreaming because I woke up to my cats fighting with each other to see who could get to sleep with my right hand. Yet when I went back to sleep, this dream repeated itself, and again, and again.

I couldn't stop dreaming about Harry. Is it possible I already knew him from before?

I would remember, of course. I'm hesitating due to how real this dream was, how real his lips felt on top of mine. It's also weird that I'm dreaming about a man I've never even spoken to.

And that has never happened to me.

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by Hazel and Salem simultaneously jumping to my bed to wake me up. I look at the grey fluff ball silently yawning while stretching her paws forward and getting comfortable at the end of my bed, Salem hopping on my chest and accommodating himself close to my face, he then attempts to lick my nose as a way of showing his affection but I quickly move my head to my left and hold his head to the other direction.

"Salem your breath stinks a lot, holy" I pet him a little before putting him beside Hazel and checking my phone to see the time.
It's only 10:15, I still have time to cook, prepare a list of songs for today and possibly watch a movie. I just have to be ready at 16:30 so that I can arrive on time at the studio.

I get up from bed, stretch a little and find my way to the bathroom without being able to see well. I'm not wearing my glasses because I left them downstairs and I'm too lazy to go fetch them. I also don't want to fall down the stairs. As soon as I enter the bathroom, I look for my contacts and put them on, I then check myself in the mirror.

I look like a mess. Great.

I put on some music and head for the shower to turn it on. I see Hazel entering and jumping to the sink, automatically laying down on top of it, grey fluff contrasting how white my bathroom is.

As I showered, I couldn't stop thinking about the studio. How am I supposed to start a show? I've barely heard how they start it, I can't just start it the same way I used to start on Wiped Out!, can I?

Time passed by, and I now stood in my kitchen, waiting for my coffee to be done, I can't go a day without it. When I hear the beep from the machine, I fetch a cup and pour the brown liquid into it, adding some milk and creamer to it too. I head to my living room, sit on the couch and grab the notepad and pen I always keep on the coffee table. I sit placing my legs on the couch, leaving enough space between my torso and my limbs to hold my wonderful Harry Potter cup. I write down as title, 'song list for work', I then start doodling words onto it.

Song list for work

Lost In Translation. The Neighbourhood.

Sunsetz. Cigarettes After Sex.

Piledriver Waltz. Arctic Monkeys.

Cry Baby. The Neighbourhood.

Softcore. The Neighbourhood.

No. 1 Party Anthem. Arctic Monkeys.

When I finish it, I place the notepad where it was before and grab the remote, zipping through channels as I finish my coffee.

Out of the blue I hear my phone ringing from the kitchen, I put down the cup and quickly run to get it. A funny picture of April appears on the screen as it rings.

"Hey, whatcha doing?"

"Hey girl, nothing much. I was just calling you to see if I could head to yours to eat breakfast together, I'm craving American food today." She hurriedly says.

I laugh a little at how predictable this call was. She always does this, and then two seconds later she's at your door. "Yeah, sure. You can come over right now if you want, I haven't eaten anything yet."

"It's great you say that, cause I'm already standing at your front door. Could you please let me in? It's freezing outside" She rings the doorbell as soon as she finishes the sentence. I hang up and head to the door, opening it and seeing her standing there.

"You're a lifesaver," She mentions as she gets in. "Where are the two fluff balls?"

"Probably fighting with each other, or sleeping. Let's make some waffles." We head to the kitchen and start preparing our breakfast.

Once again, time flew and now it's 15:15, April's helping me get ready for my first day.

"So, do you wanna talk about what happened yesterday at the shopping center?" She comments from my bed.

"What are you talking about?" I say from my vanity, putting some mascara on.

"The guy, Harry. He wouldn't stop staring at you. Care to explain what happened between you two?"

"I've never met that guy, I swear. Let's talk about the blond guy who couldn't keep his eyes off of you" I change the subject, not wanting to mention I dreamt with him today, nor anything of the matter.

"Maybe you were pretty drunk when you guys hooked up and that's why you don't remember him, I swear there was something in his eyes that screamed 'I have seen this woman naked' to me. I don't know, just a thought" She ignores my comment and goes back to the Harry thing.

"Nah, I never black out, also believe me when I tell you I'd remember if I had done that, he seems too hot to forget. How do I look?" I turn my back and look at her, waiting for a reply.

"Like a hot bitch. Now let's get you some clothes." She stands up and walks to the closet, deeply scanning every single item in there. "Alright, put this on."

She hands me some beige baggy jeans, a black cropped long sleeve top, and a black leather jacket. "It's chilly outside, you don't want to catch anything. Plus these colours with your hair look fire, no pun intended." She softly smiles.

"I love it." I quickly change into it, being careful not to mess up my makeup. "Boots or Converse?"

"Boots."

I head to the closet and put my boots on. I should hurry up, I don't want to be late for work on the first day, that would really mess up their impression of who I am.

"Do I really look good or did you just say that cause I'm your friend?" I insecurely ask, when I get stressed I usually hesitate about each and every decision I make.

"Don't be silly, you look bloody good. Now go! You don't want to be late" She comments.

"Alright, alright." I grab my purse and look for my phone. "Close up for me, will you?"

"Of course I will, also you left your phone in the kitchen."

"Right." I ran out of the room, down the stairs and to my kitchen, grabbing not only my phone, but also the notepad with the song list. I left it there after showing it to April. She liked it a lot, I hope my studio partner feels the same way about it.

"Have fun! Be nice! If you meet the hot guy we always hear give him my number! Or else I will kidnap these two cute hairy creatures and I will make you pay!" She passive-aggressively screams from the loft, making sure I hear her.

"I will, I will and I won't. If he's there, he's mine! Love you!" I scream back at her while grabbing my car keys and opening the door.

God, I'm so nervous.