In my nightmares, I met a strange man who seemed to be the one sending those stupid and cryptic notes.
I was in a park with Dani. It was late in the evening and we were strolling by a pond when I almost slip into it and she grabs my hand. But when I turned, it was someone else.
I could barely remember his face; it was distorted and just weird in terms of facial features. It was like he was a frightening abstract painting in the gallery down the road from my house.
Then a calming, familiar voice wakes me up.
"X?" The voice goes.
I wake up to Thomas sitting by my bed, his hair glowing in the early morning light. It was like seeing the sweetest sight in the world for some reason. Not because I feel anything towards Thomas, but because he's so familiar to me my fears that appeared in my nightmares seemed to fade away completely.
I rubbed my eyes to clear up my vision. Besides the fading bruise on his temple from the other night, I noticed that Thomas was wearing a mint shirt, tucked in his pants, his ensemble being held together by a belt. He always knew how to dress up nicely.
"Hey, you're awake", he says. With my mind still foggy from sleep, I stutter, attempting to come up with a sentence. "Good morning?"
Thomas chuckles. "Yeah, I bet you can tell that it's morning already, almost anyone can."
As I snapped back to my senses, I managed to come up with something to say. "What's that supposed to mean? And why are you in my room?"
Thomas laughs again. Another sweet thing to hear. "Your mom let me in, she's downstairs making breakfast. I'll wait for you downstairs."
Then he strolled out the room by himself, shutting the door.
I looked at my bedroom window, turning back immediately after getting blinded by the sunlight. I began to ponder about what must be happening in my life after all those crazy notes. I don't know why I'm getting them. I never thought that anything like this was possible. I always imagined these scenarios in films, like the ones Dani and I watch.
After mindlessly wandering around my thoughts for a bit, I decided to get up and get ready for class.
I walked towards my white closet, reaching for the handle of the left door which was decorated in different photos I took. I looked at my favorite photo, admiring its beauty. It was my photo with Dani, when we first went out to see a movie. We saw a horrible chick flick that night— The Paris Princess. Dani cried, just not sad tears, but the tears you get when you laugh too much at something incredibly stupid. Every now and then we would whisper "That never happens in real life" to each other. That was exactly what The Paris Princess was about: everything unrealistic in love and in life.
After laughing over one of my favorite memories, I opened the left door of the cabinet and grabbed a short blue skirt and a white lace top. I set it on my bed and went in the bathroom for a bath. The warm water in the tub was so soothing, it felt like my worries were being washed away. The sweet scent of the colorful bubbles led me into my own little wonderland. To me, water was absolutely relaxing. I always loved beaches, lakes, pools, and even faucets and showers. Water works wonders when I try to relax or when I just want some alone time in the bath.
Before spending too much time in the water and getting myself late for school, I got out of the bathroom. I dried my hair and put on my clothes, along with some black combat boots. Then I grabbed my backpack by my bed and rushed down the stairs. My mom must be done preparing breakfast.
My mom was waiting for me by the dining table. The windows around the room lit up her bright face, her ink black hair dazzling in the sunlight. She always looked younger than her age. Most people would refuse to believe that she gave birth to me seventeen years ago.
