-Welcome to Reality-

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:  Safe

I lay here.  Motionless.  My body tells me its time to wakeup, but I keep my eyes shut.  I turn onto my stomach and spread my arms and legs out to the side, like a star, so that all four limbs are hanging over.  Suddenly I realize it.  No pain.  No headache.  No throbbing.  No convultions.  Just pure comfort.  What the--  I shoot up onto my knees and whip open my eyes.  I'm not dizzy.  The room is standing perfectly still.  Posters are slapped onto the wall, guitars rest on their stands, and amp chords trail across the room.  My eyes land on a pile of shoes by the door and then the trash can that has just about over flowed.  Old school assignments, sheet music, and magazines cover the surface of the desk.  I can spot a few Axe products peeking from underneath them.  Clothes seem to have bursted out of the closet, they are scattered everywhere.  There's even a plaid shirt drooping over the lamp and some boxers hanging from the ceiling fan.  

Wonder how those got there............

Then it dawns on me.  This is my room!   I take one more good look around.  It looks like a tornado hit.......Yup it's exactly how I left it.

I glance at my nightstand to see the time, but my clock isn't there.  Good it's still gone.

I stand up off of my bed and scratch my head in confusion.  Then what about last night?  Instantly visions of my horrible day flash in my mind.  The speedbumps, the party, the anger.  I can see my self weeping, hovered over in agony as wet tears flow down my cheeks.  Then I see it.  My truck spins and mounts onto the curb knocking the traffic light and colliding into the city wall.  Smoke. Blood.  Glass.  Black. 

I run over to the mirror, anxious to see if my reflection will be the drained, battered boy I was last night.  Instead I only see a boy in a white T-shirt and boxers.  Not in anyway handicap.  I hold my face nearly two inches from the mirror and stare into my eyes.  They show no sign of shedding any tears.  They are green as usual, no swelling or redness.  I take a few steps back and search for any major injury.  None.  I take my shirt off expecting to see a bruise from the impact of the air bags or at least seat belt burn...Nothing.  

Relief sweeps over me like a cool breeze.  It was just a dream.  Instantly, a smile spreads across my face.  I close my eyes and sigh.  It was just a dream.  

But it all seemed so real.......  Heck who cares!?!  It was just a dream!!!

For some inexplainable reason, maybe it is the rush of joy of knowing my physical appeal hadn't been damaged, who knows, but I have the impulse to flex.  So I just go with it.  I bend both my arms up and bulge my muscles, attempting to look sexy as I narrow my eyes and pucker my lips.

  "Well I see you're finally up."    

"Holy---!!"  I nearly jump a foot in the air.  My whole body just jolted as if I were struck by lightening.  I spin around to face whoever just walked in on me.

 In the doorway stands a girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes.  I've never seen her before in my life. 

She's smirks at me, raising her eyebrow , clearly saying "I sawww thatttt"  I can see laughing in her eyes.  It makes me nervous.

 "Having fun there?"  She says, trying to hide her chuckle.  

"Uhhhh................"  She stares at me.  Waiting for an explaination. 

"Who are you again?" I ask, changing the subject.  Then I arch my back and raise my arms, trying to resemble my "muscle man" position.  Maybe she'll think I was just stretching......