In His Eyes

05|Superstitions

      Seeing everything in faint realization. Tom squinted his eyes at the unusual lighting of warm & welcoming yellow, feeling the change of atmosphere comparison to a thawed food. And the monotone colored walls that covered the proximity.

     Tom made the abrupt and sudden movement of wringing his short, honey brown hair in surprise, clearly dazed out of his surroundings, his heart thumped unevenly inside his hallow chest as the distant, but vivid images from his dreams came tracing back to his memories.

     A replay of everything wrong that had happened the night prior was the pinnacle of his superstitious, but horrific nightmare. Tom gazed down on himself in third person as another version of himself stared down on a dead, unmoving crow. Then followed by the unfortunate spilling of salt, breaking of glass and the halt of power lines. Though, Tom thought of the last one to be quite an understatement as it was inevitable in the course of the storm.

     But the first three one, Tom wasn't so positive. It was the sign of bad luck.

     Removing himself under the protection of the soft, wallowing duvet. Tom made the first initial realization that this was not his room, the monotone walls could've testify to that as his own room that was a bright and welcoming navy blue and not this, dark stuff.

     Standing up in a comforting pace, Tom made his way towards the large mahogany door in hopes of escaping this elegant but heart-swallowing room. Halfway through the door, more faint memories of how he ended up in Carlton's bed made his body shudder, releasing a shaky breath. The vision from last night caught up to his subconscious that he, was kissed by his boss, his superior and maybe his crush.

     A knock came through, Tom looking bewildered scrambled around Carlton's large and spacious room, running back to the bed hoping Carlton found him sleeping, saving him from the impending awkward conversation of small talks.

     Another knock came, followed by Carlton's husky and deep voice.

     “I know you're awake, Tom. I can hear your footsteps” Carlton said rather pointly. Still, Tom hasn't uttered a word.

     Breaking his patience, Carlton insisted on entering the room anyways. He found Tom looking flustered as he was seated nervously by the edge of his bed. He could tell by the young man's movement that he was petrified, although he was not sure why.

     “I brought breakfast” Carlton greeted, gesturing to the paper bag he held on his other hand. Tom could smell the faint aroma of a fresh bagel.

    Tom, incoherent stood up and faced Carlton with a dazzled expression.

     “Where did you sleep, last night?” Tom demanded, gulping down the lump on his throat on hoping what he thought was right.

     Carlton sighed then made a face. “On the couch” He replied, nodding over the less larger sofa that was beside the room.

     “Would you please relax, nothing happened last night” Carlton added, his voice wary as an enigmatic expression crept on his face, the sharpness and cut-throat attitude he usually had dispersed in a matter of moments.

     Tom made a face then glared at him.

     “Okay, maybe kissing was involve”

     “Okay!” Tom exaggerated, making his was towards the door and into the living room. Carlton, who was surprise at the unexpected turn of events stood up and followed Tom. He was able to catch up to him and stop him by the door.

     “Please, get out of my way, Carlton” Tom pleaded with acid laced on his voice as he closed his eyes. He couldn't stand the idea that he was this naive and selfless to even end up in this situation.