Walking through the French Quarter of the magical town of New Orleans wasn't what I pictured myself ever doing. There is no explanation for why my subconscious conjured up such a scene. I'm dressed in a very old nightgown. My hair curled down to the middle of my back.I think I'm even smiling without trying to do so. What is going on inside my head right now?
There aren't any shoes to grace my feet either. Though I can't feel the stone street. It's as if I'm here mentally but not physically.
The night sky brought out bright stars. Street lamps give just enough light for me to see all the buildings. Everything seems to be full of wonder.
Even the made-up people beginning to cross the street are surrounded by happiness.
However, their steps are made in slow motion. Like time was stopping just for me to catch up to them. Very odd.
A great shock struck within my dreamlike heart. My eyes landed on a very devilishly handsome man. His hair glowed pearl white underneath the dim yellow lights. Such thick gold curls drop onto those lean muscular shoulders.
His very rich attire made those blue eyes seem violet. That dashing smile he pranced around gave my body sick chills. Not even I could stop the gasp from leaving my lips. My mind must be playing a cruel trick. I didn't even notice his gloved hand has been held onto the precious doll-like girl's shoulder.
Her gorgeous blonde locks just bounced with each step. A killer gaze sent up to the man. They both look so...unnatural. As if angels of death were waiting for me to come to find them. This can't be right.
Then I spot another person who is holding the girl's other hand. But before I could get a good look my made-up world went blank.
I jolt awake and hit my forehead on a very old book about the Roman Empire. I must have dropped it on my chest when I fell asleep.
"You really should start paying attention, Jake," Jesse said as she shook my heated shoulder. I sat up in bed. Sticky sweat dripped down the sides of my face.
She noticed my worried expression. "Are you feeling well?" My sister asked me.
"I'm fine." That was my first lie today. I couldn't even look her in the eyes as I said it.
Her dark brown eyes looked me over deeply. That long thick hair of hers sticking up in strange places. The strap of her tank slipped down. She must have gotten a good sleep.
Must have been nice.
However, she doesn't appear to be convinced. Jesse knows I'm keeping whatever I'm truly feeling from her. Though I know she won't pry until it's absolutely necessary. I thank the heavens above for that.
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