Xavier got up in the middle of the night. There was a pool of sweat left on the sheets, but the room was cool.
"Xavier?", Jackson Perez asked with a raspy whisper, "what's wrong?".
Xavier looked straight into her eyes. There was death in them, a coldness that she was quite familiar with.
"I'm an insomniac; I have dreams, weird dreams, unexplainable."
Xavier sat on the bed in front of her.
"I dreamt about you and I, and we were underwater. I knew how to swim but you didn't, and you kept screaming for me to help you, but I didn't. You drowned."
Xavier got up from the bed and he walked into the bathroom. She could hear the faucet pouring its heart out. She could hear the swish of him brushing his teeth, and the spitting out of mouthwash.
He walked back into the bedroom and sat right in front of her, as he was before.
"Oh, Jackson. You see, most of my dreams are like little subconscious messages. Warnings. I am just hoping that this dream isn't one of them."
He leaned in and kissed her. His lips were soft minty delicacys. She ate them up like her last meal.
And then she laughed. "You're silly, Xavier. It was just a dream."
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Orphan
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