Desired Dreams

Chapter 3

All around me the walls where black with the tiniest strip of light coming from what seemed to be the opening of a door. I took a deep breath and continued forward towards the light that beamed brighter with each step. My hand reached out, I closed my eyes and let my fingertips push. As I opened my eyes fire began surrounding me and all that I could do was panic. A scream worked its way up my throat as I yelled at the person laying on the ground not moving. I moved over to her and I tried to turn her over....

"Hey! Wake the hell up already," shouted Seth.

My eyes opened with a shock as I gasped for air as though the smoke from the fire was still caught in my lungs. I barely recognized Seth right now even though he was right in front of my eyes, I had never seen such worry on his face and I could have sworn I had seen a bead of sweat run down the side of his face.

"What in the world where you dreaming about?" He asked as he stood up and made his way to the bottom of the bed I was lying in.

"I... I don't remember," I said as I tried to recall what had happened in the dream. The more that I tried to remember it the more I felt the memory slipping away from me.

"Well whatever it was must have hit you hard, you were screaming out for someone named Kara. Maybe it could be someone that can help us remember your past. A lead maybe?" Seth probed, as usual always digging at me to remember something that I hadn't been able to remember for two hundred years.

"Yeah, maybe" I said with a sigh. None of it felt right, the way that I was. And hearing the name Kara rang no bells in my head, surely if it meant something in my past I would at least have a click of recognition with the name.

"Come on then, drag your butt out of bed. We have a busy day ahead of us."

I scrunched my face up as he walked out of the door and pulled the cover back over my head. Now that I felt what a real bed was like, I never wanted to move and I couldn't believe I had ever gotten comfortable on that rock that I called a bed back at home.

Honestly the part that felt like a dream at the moment was being here - in a house filled with material possessions that I never thought I would possibly have - it didn't seem real that I would be able to bathe or sleep, or even eat something other than sewer rat. After all that is how I lived all those years.

Finally having the will power to drag myself out of bed I made my way over to the dressing table as Seth had called it. It was like a big desk that stretched for most of the room and had a mirror running along the top of it that I was too afraid to touch in case it fell and smashed, it looked so delicate. I opened the wardrobe to the right of it that must have been at least seven feet tall and found a pile of clean linen neatly folded with a note on the top of it.

"I presume you know how to get yourself dressed,

There's a clean bath towel here and some clothing

Now hurry up and get cleaned and dressed so we can get moving

Seth"

'Jerk' I thought he could have at least told me himself but as always Seth just has to do things the hard way, no doubt just to annoy me.

After opening the door to the wrong room about half a dozen times, I finally found the bathroom. I made a note to label all the doors when I had the time, there was no way I would be able to find anything if it carried on like this.

The room was huge, filled with bath, shower, sink and of course toilet although that seemed to have its own little room in the bathroom with door and all. There was a mirror spanning the entire left side wall. Seth sure seemed to like his mirrors - talk about being vein - from what I had seen there was at least on in every room. No doubt the second floor was just a band of mirrors and that's why he didn't want me down there. Just thinking about him posing in front of them was enough to make me chuckle.