I Had a Dream Last Night

Dream #11

This is definitely the longest chapter I have written for this story lol. It has to be full because Kei isn't going to dream the same dream continuously.

Dream #11

"Why are you up at this hour?" my mom said suspiciously.

As I tried to make up stories to tell her, I started to perspire a lot and my hands began to tremble. I can't tell her that a man is in my room above! She'll lose her mind and call the police!

I pointed where I was going and hesitantly said, "Just going to get some items."

"At this hour?"

"Yes... Uh..." And then an idea popped in my mind. "I'm staying up late, studying. We have an incoming exam for stats, I was about to get something to eat..."

She sighed and nodded. She doesn't appear to be convinced, yet she simply accepted my reasoning.

She apologized for scaring me and she turned to leave me standing there.

I hurried straight to the kitchen to wipe the sweat that was dripping from my forehead and neck as she got back to the sofa. I gathered my supplies and gave my mother a quick check.

She was so preoccupied with what she was viewing on the television that she was unaware that I had briefly stopped by. I didn't waste any time and hurried to my room to check on Kaiden.

There were no indications that he was conscious, and he was still lying where I had left him.

He sat next to me. He remained there on my carpet. I was lost as to what to do. Nobody was unconscious or ill and laying in my room before.

I just carried out what my mother always does when I'm ill. She uses a towel that has been soaked in warm water. Perhaps it aids in lowering body temperature... or anything.

Being that Kaiden was shirtless, it was a little easier for me. I cleaned his neck, arms, face, abs—I mean, stomach—and then his underarms.

I couldn't fall asleep. He was simply too heavy for me to lift, despite my repeated attempts to take him to my bed. He is obviously larger than me and more muscular. For someone like me, who is small and petite, to carry him, a miracle is needed.

Until I failed to realize that the sun had already risen and that birds were chirping outside my window.

I stared at him for three to four hours? Wow... I had no idea that love could drive someone so insane, just like this.

But later I have class. And I'm still unsure of Kaiden's chances of recovering consciousness.

My grades are already in jeopardy, so I am unable to skip class today. Mom is going to murder me.

It was already 6:23 a.m. when I checked the time on my phone from my bed, and I still wasn't sure what to do.

I got to my feet and kept glancing at Kaiden, who was still soundly asleep on my carpet. It must have hurt to do it. He is still technically lying on the chilly tiled floor because the carpet was a little thin.

I need to do what I need to do.

So I went about my daily routine, trying to forget about Kaiden even for a second, because as I was showering and conducting my typical bathroom rituals, his sleeping face never left my mind. I was also concerned about my mother bursting through my door to find a stranger resting in my room.

Negative ideas began to arise, but I attempted to push them away. I imagined walking out of my bathroom to witness police arresting Kaiden and my mother reacting as if I were being held hostage or taken by a man who appeared from my window.