Worlds of Cray: Lami Nye Si Heart

Chapter 1: Evening

"She finally came out this evening, though the delivery started at dawn" said a lady talking to a man while handing the baby. It's quite dark with only the moon and the stars illuminating the scenery. They were wearing clothes I only see on movies portraying the old times. The man look up to the stars and muttered "It's as if she waited for the evening to come, I know, I will name her Eve".

The scenario was interrupted when my alarm clock went off. I quickly hit the alarm to stop the noise its making then slowly seated myself in my bed.

This dream is just like any other dreams I had, and this time the baby was born on an evening. No, I don't always have a dream - as far as I can tell at least - but when I do, I always see the same scenario, but with varying dialogues. A baby is born, and for different reasons, the baby is always named Eve by her father. In every dream the characters are different and I don't recognize any of them. These dreams started when I turned 19.

I consulted a psychiatrist, a shrink, a scientist, a shaman, even a priest, and people suggested by my friends but none were able to explain these dreams. But now I'm 26, I'm used to it and have stopped searching for what it means because I don't care anymore.

Its 3:30 P.M., I need to get up and prepare for work. I live in Beach Street, New York. I sleep during the day and I work in a club during the night. I am in the entertainment industry, and no, it's not what you think, I sing with a band. We practice from 4 to 8 o'clock then perform live around 9 o'clock 'til dawn.

I quickly eat some foods and drink milk. I went to the shower room and cleanse myself of this drowsy outlook. After taking a shower, I had a glance at my mirror, looking at myself, then the glance became a stare. Looking at myself, I see myself, looking at me. Those wide blue eyes, glittering, this long blonde hair with some curl on its end. My pinkish cheeks and narrow distinct nose. My lips that is quite grey due to smoking. I raised my right hand and pointed at the person inside the mirror as if pointing a gun. And I muttered "Are you not tired of living this way?"

A quick moment of awkward silent and then I go back to my room, I open the wardrobe and choose my favorite blouse and jeans. Then out of my apartment.

Time to go, I hop on my bike and take the nearest route to the studio where we practice.

"Eve Queen!" a guy shouts. I stop and turn. It's my boyfriend with his guitar, riding his bike and approach me.

"Hello Michael", as I give a smile.

Michael is not handsome, nor smart. But he is quite talented with musical instruments. His hair is black, his eyes are brown and his skin is as dark as the night. His face is infested with acne. But nonetheless, I love him.

"Hi my lovely Miss Queen, have you read my letters I gave you yesterday?" with a smirk as soon as he catch up to me.

"Yes I did. It was lovely. Thank you. But my birthday is tomorrow, how could you forget?"

His eyes widened and scratched his head, dumfounded he answered, "but facebook notified me yesterday... I must have misread or something, sorry".

"Well I lied, I haven't read it, and I'm saving it for my birthday. So it's okay. You're forgiven. I love you Michael." I said it with a kiss.

We continued our ride to our practice studio. We arrived, practiced with the band and did the usual things. Work, play, sing, eat and drink. The night ends then the dawn came. I bid farewell to the band and Michael accompanied me on my way home. When we reached my apartment, Michael said his goodbye and greeted me a "Happy Birthday" - with a goodbye kiss of course - and then went on his way.

I was about to get inside my room when I heard a whisper, "It still hurts to look at you", but no one is there. Am I imagining things? Or someone is stalking me? Frightened as I am, I quickly went inside my room, closed the door, turned on the light, then tried to have a quick glance of every inch of my room, trying to be cautious, but I realized that maybe I made the wrong choice. Maybe I shouldn't have come inside, what if the stalker is already inside? Maybe I should have called Michael or the police before going in. But seeing how empty my room was and in the same state when I left it, I felt relieved.

I ignored what just happened, concluding that it is just the product of my imagination, that I was simply very tired today and needed to get some sleep.

I ate a light snack, brushed my teeth, a quick shower, change to my pajama, then hit the bed.