DREAMWALKER

Prologue

"Tell me how you felt." Dr. Gilmore asked her

"In the beginning, I brushed it away as a sleep paralysis thing, and whenever it would happen, I would just be up there and watch myself. Not really conscious of what was happening." The girl answered, seated, one leg over another, facing the middle age blond woman.

"Up?"

"Floating,or flying: whichever! I would, just be moving, around, in the air."

"So you didn't know you were experiencing an out of body state?"

"No not really. I didn't even now what it was.I became fully aware of what was happening to me in my teenage years. But for all the time I was having this, uhh out of body thing, as you call it, it was never really a thin to me, that i could step away from my physical form into a sorts of another parallel universe."

"Was that a thing of choice or of fear?"

"fear! of the unknown. I was afraid. i didn't really know what would happen to my physical form. i felt like i was supposed to be its guardian; keeping it; or me, alive. Plus i had heard somewhere that things like that could only happen to dead people.I was sure i wasn't dead, as i could see my body still breathing. But that was the fear that kept me steady. So I never had that courage to move away. Never! Until... him."

"Dave." the blond therapist affirmed before the girl could of her own accord mention the name "Tell me about the first time you met him."

"Well, its quite an easy tale: I moved out of my small town for the very first time and was ready to take on the world. I had my first interview for my first job. The receptionist told me I would be meeting the manager in a bit. I waited to three hours." She chuckled at the bittersweet memory. "I was seated in the lobby for three hours running out of things to do to keep myself busy. Then he finally came. About six foot two, dark brown eyes, dark short hair sleek back with a side part, short boxed beard, a dark shade of pink in his lips, slightly upturned nose, and big broad shoulders. Not like the one with muscles like some gym obsessed maniac, no, but like, big, and enough to give him a giant frame of authority over a five foot five like me. He was," she cleared her throat for some clearance of time and continued, "He is very handsome. He seemed pretty normal, relaxed. And then he spoke; and for a moment, my world seemed to freeze. I could feel my heart racing against my rib cage and right then and there I knew, if this was going to be my first job, there was definitely more to look forward to...

("You must be..."
"Eden-Rose Keller! Sir; but you can call me Rose. It's easier." I promise you I was half not myself saying those words. I knew I just had to say something and look charming."whats the difference? Its the same name."

'No. I promise you its not. Its actually one hyphenated name. My middle name Lauraline."

He looked at me weird and continued, "Okay then. I'm Dave Anil Kumar, manager. Can I have your file please?"

And that's where the dilemma began.

Two nights of preparation, everything packed, right down to an emergency toothbrush; and never once did it occur to me that I still had a soft copy CV and had to print it out. Even during the three hours of waiting, I could have gone, done it and returned, but no, I fake graciously sitting in one place to prove my patience to apply for an underpaid role and now I didn't have a hard copy of my CV in he stupid file.

"Did you not hear me? I said give me your!" he said again but this time with a tad bit of aggression in his tone.
"I'm sorry. I must have forgotten to get my CV printed but I can show you a soft copy! Everything else is in here..."
"Then you are no serious about working here." He added, cutting me off. then he started walking away.
"No wait," I was up and following him, "I am I swear. I just; please Mr. Kumar, I can go now and get it printed out. I promise I'll be just five minutes."
"I do not have five minutes Miss. Keller." he had a hint of an Indian accent but it wasn't too heavy on his pronunciation. But it was there. "I am very busy. I have other things to do. Other people to attend to." He continued walking, taking an even faster pace. I wasn't keeping up. On instinct my hand caught his, and a wave of electric shock ran down my spine. I looked into his face and i could tell he had not felt the same thing I had felt. And most certainly, he was not appreciating my action.