Hour of the Moon

Chapter 10: Bad Dreams

Jolting awake from my dream, I glance around my bedroom.

It was only just a dream. A weird and strange dream, but still a dream nonetheless.

I wondered what other ingredients were in the tea, but I doubted Savannah would tell me.

But then why did it feel, real?

I glanced down at my nightgown, not soaking wet and intact, and patted my silk scarf.

Everything was intact, but why did I feel so disjointed?

Savannah sent me a reminder text that my appointment with Dr. Kanoska was scheduled, and that she would be driving me there.

I got dressed and tried to put my strange dream behind me, walking towards Savannah's car.

" How are you feeling?"

" Better."

" You look a little pale."

" I had a really strange dream, that's all. I think I have a lot on my mind."

" Dr. Kanoska is wonderful, she'll get you up and running."

The hospital was farther than I anticipated, as we drove through downtown and onto the main road. Savannah had the country music station on, as the musician was crooning about moonshine and a girl name Madeline.

Tuning out the song, I glance out the window enjoying the various range of leaf colors from a deep scarlet to a lemon yellow. There wasn't much of a fall in L.A., and to be able to experience the change in seasons was nice.

In the distance, I saw a state-of-the-art medical center as we drove in the horseshoe driveway, as I looked at the stained glasses windows.

" This building was renovated only a year ago," Savannah said, her eyes looking at the building with pride and joy.

" I contributed some funding alongside
my husband."

" It's really nice."

She finds parking and we walk into the building and go to the reception desk in the waiting room. It was a decently sized space with 10 black chairs lined up against the wall as the small flat-screen TV played some cooking show.

The secretary behind the desk hands me a clipboard with paperwork.

" You just need to fill out some paperwork, and the doctor will see you shortly."

" I'll wait outside in the car, let me know when you're done." Savannah leaves as I grab a pen from the desk cup and took a seat.

After flipping through tedious paperwork, I return the clipboard.

Preoccupying myself by reading a Town & Country Magazine, I flip through the glossy pages. It was filled with typical boring redneck content, and I decided to scroll through my phone.

3 missed calls from Trey, one missed from my mother, and one from Amy.

Anger spread like wildfire within me, and seeing his name on my screen again brought back the memories.

I envisioned his handsome face, his smile, and the words that danced on his lips that were filled with lies and deceit.

I love you like life itself. He always told me that, and I was so deceived.

Deleting his messages, I play my mom's message.

Hey baby. I hope you're doing well, just calling to see how you're doing. One thing about my mother is that she kept everything short, sweet, and simple.