Shooting the moon - Edward Cullen

chapter 4

It would be fair to say I slept horribly last night. Every time I would feel myself drifting off, I lurched awake. I was in a near constant state of worrying that Edward's curiosity would get the better of him and he would sneak back into my room. I didn't want him to go all creep-tastic on me. Some girls may like the idea of some strange guy watching them sleep, but me? Not so much.

I realise Edward wasn't a stranger. He was in the sense that I'd never met him, but what does that matter? I knew everything about him. If anything he probably thought of me as some weird, demented human with a stalker crush on him. I certainly fit the profile. I knew every tiny detail about him and had a large poster of him in my room.

Still, the idea of him seeing me sleep and being able to encroach on my private thoughts was too risky. The memory of him was too fresh in my mind, and the way my imagination was going, he would have ended up listening to my dreams and seeing nothing but pure smut. Of course that would have him storming off in disgust, never to be seen again. I knew it was irrational, but I had a feeling the lack of his presence would make me sad, since he was so pretty to look at.

After a restless night, I now sat on my bed with blurry eyes, and my wet hair taking on a mind of its own. I decided it might be nice to have a little dignity today so had opted not to wear my onesie. Instead, I was wearing a large grey jumper with black lace tights and grey knee high socks. Comfortable and cosy, it was quite an achievement given I had created the look without Ashleigh's expert advice.

The minutes ticked by, and I started to wonder where he was.

Did we even set a time?

I couldn't remember. I was too tired at the time for my mind to function properly.

Oh god! I didn't tell him when to come.

Great. I was going to end up sitting here all day like an imbecile waiting for a fictional character to step out of his poster.

I'm an idiot.

My imagination had obviously dreamt this up, either that or gone crazy with too much caffeine, or lack of sleep. To think I had tricked myself into thinking he actually existed.

Holly, you absolute numpty. The little voice in my head chipped in, definitely another sign to show me that I was losing my marbles. I had gotten to the point of not only having a vivid dream of a fictional character, but also developing another voice in my mind.

A wash of sadness went through me. Could I really have imagined such a surreal event as what I thought happened last night? It seemed very unfair of my mind to play such a trick on me. It may have been a result of insanity, but I had felt a weird kind of excitement at the possibility of seeing Edward again.

I didn't want to just give up on the idea that what had happened last night was real.

I stared at the poster.

Nothing.

"Come on!" I said, frustrated mostly with my lack of intelligence.

Still nothing.

One last try.

Just one last ditch-attempt before I wiped it from my memory.

"Howay, Eddie boy, get your ass out here!" I let my usually neutral accent take on the northern edge that was common here.

The poster's eyes started to glow, becoming almost hypnotic. Next thing I knew, the image of Edward's face melted away to reveal a misty film that swirled and churned in front of me. I stepped back in astonishment as Edward stalked towards me through the bubble like screen.