Sorry, Not Sorry

- 31

I wake up with a jolt. That was the same dream, but it was slightly different this time. I sit up, chugging the water on my bedside. What was that? I think, I thought it would be exactly the same as the last one, but this one... I run my fingers through my hair. We were even closer to hitting the ground. I felt the grass brush on my back...

I shudder at the thought. I better not have that dream again... because if this is a pattern that would mean next time we'd hit the ground. I don't even want to think about that. I check the time on my phone. I have some time to get ready then head to the bakery, then after work Delilah and I are planning to go out to look for clothes for the Christmas party.

I sigh, standing up with a stretch. I quickly slip into my white work shirt, the long sleeves rolled to my elbows as usual, and my (unfortunately) long pants. I look at myself in the mirror, running a hand through my hair. It's definitely getting longer... I think, Maybe I should cut it? I debate, Should I ask Max how he likes it? Okay, not that. I shake my head, messing up my hair. I tie it back into a man-bun, then pick up my bag and head out the door. the wind blows in my face, sending the bits of hair that aren't long enough to be tied back flying. I look down at my untied boots, which I swiftly bend over to tie, despite being in the middle of the footpath.

I sigh, the bell ringing above my head as I walk into work. "Xavier!" Delilah says, from where she's standing at the counter. "You're late!"
I glance around at the empty room, my eyes feeling heavy. "Yeah" I sigh, shrugging. "I guess I am." I walk into the break room, tying my apron around my waist.

Delilah greets the customer, me standing awkwardly over near the coffee machine. She hands the customer his bread, then turns to face me "Is something up?" She asks, leaning back on the counter.

"I had the dream again." I say with a sigh, rubbing the toe of my boot on the linoleum floor. "But this time, we fell further. Nearly hit the ground." I say.

"Damn." She scratches her chin. "Oh," she looks back at the customer who'd just walked in. "We'll have to talk later, though. Don't be too disheartened, Xavier." She smiles, turning to get the customers order. I nod, though she can't see me anymore.

"Ok, don't want to ruin your mood now, but it is later. " Delilah says, picking a dress off the clothing rack to look at.

"Yeah, I know" I say with a sigh, "what do you think?" I hold up a dress for her.

"Put it in the pile, we'll narrow it down, later. " She grins. "How'd the dream make you feel?" She asks.

"Are you a therapist?" I chuckle, leaning on the dress rack.

She punches my arm playfully. "No, we're friends. We need to figure out why you're getting these dreams."

"Well, I felt... Scared. I was frightened, Delilah. It was terrifying-" my voice cuts off and I grip the fabric of the dress tighter. "I don't know what it means, Why did we- I fall?" I stutter.

"To me the most important question was why you were holding hands." She raises a eyebrow at me.

"Don't even mention that." I sigh, turning away.

"Are you sure it's not your... Subconscious trying to tell you something?" Delilah asks, I ignore her.

"I recognized the tree, too." I say, "It's outside of Max's house."

"Thats odd." She says, "You should climb it."

"What, why?" I say, quirking an eyebrow at her on the other raid eif the dress rack.

"Maybe it would help? Bring you some answers?"

"Nope. I'm not climbing a tree to figure out what a dream meant." I hand her a dress. "What about this?"