The Nightmare

Alex opened his eyes and found himself in his bed.The pillow,like his pyjamas was wet because of perspiration. He sat up.He rubbed his puffy eyes with trembling hands.Tried to remember the dream but what he remembered was a hazy picture of a face.It was the first morning of summer.He could hear childeren playing in the street and his mother that was talking to his father in the kitchen.He rised from bed and wore his white slippers lethargically. Then he went to toilet and after washing his face with cold water he felt better.Alex stepped down the stairs to the first floor. In the kitchen his father had laid on his special chair with morning newspaper on his lap. The heat of summer was always pleasant to young Alex. Schools would be closed till next autumn and there were no boring physic classes,no exams were held,those damned loose girls were in their homes and he didn't need to run after school bus anymore,at least for three sugary month.All these thought gave him a sense of relief. Norma,his mother,was preparing breakfast with a motherly manner.She'd become more beautiful with her new ponytail hairstyle at age of thirty-eight.
"Morning hon",she said gaily.
" Morning mom,hi dad",he shook his hand to his father and sat around the table.In front of him on the table, boiled eggs,butter,toasts,slices of tomato which had been carefully cut,crisps and glasses of fresh orange juice were rigidly set for three of them.He made a sandwich with blending crisps and meleted butter and prank it with red tomatoes,bit it voraciously.Now he couldn't even remind what was the dream that woke him abruptly. He glared at his hand made sandwich for seconds,then bit it again.
"Al,I need your help in garage", his father said with a newspaper in one hand and orange juice in another, then emphasised" today". He gulped his juice and went on "we've ignored there since last Christmas,you can give me a hand to clean those mess and throw unnecessary fripperies away. I wanted you___"
His wife interupted him "Ed,let him finish his meal!" and now she was looking her son kindly "would you want another glass of juice darling?"
Alex looked back at her thankfully and shook his head in negative. He swallowed the last bit of toast and drank juice afterward and as he tried to stifle belch in his throat said "Okay dad,I'll be there this evening".Ed glanced at him over his newspaper.Just Alex knew the meaning of these meaningfull looks,but it was the first day of Holly Days as he called it always.He was planing for almost couple of weeks.Jogging,baseball matches,gyms, nightclub parties althought Norma had banned this one too,and a long list of many other entertainments which he had planned for every second of them.He stood and thanked Norma. Looking out from the kitchen window,he could see their lawn where was full of colorful flowers.Most of them were geraniums that his father planted adeptly at the left side of the lawn.In opposite side tulips were stood in a row. Spot was barking in the house next to theirs.His master,Mr Lawrance,gave dog the name because he had a big black spot on his right shoulder. Alex liked Spot unlike his master.Old Lawrance always complained about government and problems with congress. When he opened his twisted mouth to begin conversations,only God knew were the end of those nonsensical bullshits is.Those gibberish jargons about policy were not digestible for a boy at age of eighteen.Alex tried to distracted his mind from that talkative toad.He stared at a little girl who had hugged her pink Ted tightly. The dull was big twice as much as his owner.Alex watched her passed the sidewalk and disappeared.His foot had been sweated in slippers. With a sigh,he changed his way to the upstairs.As he stepped on first stair he looked back at Ed who was searching his pockets for Chesterfield cigarette. Smoking had been banned inside the house by Norma but he never paid attention to these strict rules. He poked one into the
seamed corner of his mouth.
The bedroom door was ajar.Alex pushed it gently with right shoulder.He viewed his room. "What would his father say when he saw this room of mess?", he thought." He will tear me apart undoubtedly ",loudly laughed. At half past ten he was on their porch with his blue tacky jeans and a sunglasses which a silver Police had been written on its earpieces. He breathed as deep as his lungs had oxygen capacity. Let the air went through nose, then throat and exhaled it. Everywhere was dimmed behind his sunglasses. He put his hand into one of his pockets and reached for cellphone,unlocked its pattern and in "H" column he selected the name Harry.