Everyday by David Levithan-MY SEQUEL

Chapter 11

The thought of yesterday can't get off my mind. The fact that the Mr. Poole , Wilma is referring might be the one who emailed me almost months ago. Her dreams might also be an evident, she is referring to the old man as "Reverend". What does this mean? The connection of Mr. Poole in the phone call and the Reverend in her dream. 

It's already mid-afternoon that I got up  in my bed. I am in the body of Jeremy, senior college student. The room was a whole mess. Pizza box in rolled up in the floor. A bottle of coke under his bed. The desk is full of stack papers and different types of pencils. As I learned, Jeremy loves to draw preferably sketching. Beneath the drawer of the desk was a sketchbook, watercolor and various paintbrush. I opened his sketchbook, mostly a landscape painting in realism style and his sketches are incredibly a beautiful face of a woman. The curiousity of the woman lead me to scan his memory yet I learned that the woman he sketches doesn't exist in reality. He dream of that woman every night since he was about eleven years old. Every dream for him was magical yet as each dreams became vivid, it made him questioned the reason of this woman in his dreams. It then occured to him to just draw her that maybe someday he will met her down the road and tell her that she is the woman of his dreams. But that was quite unusual and preferably impossible so he just leave behind the possibility of searching that woman.

His mother went to his room and occasionally kissed him to bid goodbye telling she's gonna be away until seven o'clock in the evening. She left a delicious breakfast for Jeremy. A stack of pancakes with chocolate syrup, a hot coffee and bacon-&-eggs with a fried rice. As I can hinted, Jeremy was a sweet -good boy except in his room. He waved goodbye to his mom through kiss and hug and every night he would went to her room always telling how lucky he is that she is his mother like a ten year old kid. Also, the dinner was made by him, he make sure to prepare delicious food to his mom every night. Somewhat it made me feel odd, I don't know. What if I had a mom? I definitely do what Jeremy do. But I wiped off those What-ifs questions quickly in my mind and focused in the present.

At the dining table, I found his high school year book. "To met the woman of my dreams", I laughed at his ambition yet the idea of it made me shivered.

Rhiannon. Her memories flashed back to my mind. I missed her so much. I pictured her. Grabbing the sketchbook beside me, I draw her. Maybe today she's in her class already listening intenly at her teacher. Her white neck. Thin and blossom lips. Eyes sparkling with innocence and curiousity. Her hair that unconsciously falls down at the left side of her neck.

I never failed to remember her. She had been one of the best memory in my entire life.