Words to Me

Who the Hell

I wake up gasping and the sheets sticking to my skin. I groan shoving my head into my hands and run my fingers through my messy hair as I let out a sigh falling back on my bed. Julia looks up at me from the end of the bed with a discontented yawn at having been woken up from her sleep. I look at her from in between my fingers.

"What?" She tilts her head putting it on her front paws. "Oh don't look at me like that. I had a dream." She huffs and curls up trying to snuggle into my blankets. "Alright not just any dream, a very bad dream. I really shouldn't be having those sorts of dreams about my new boss now should I, Julia?" I laugh. "I'm talking to a dog that's what I'm reduced to." As I shift around in my bed trying to get more comfortable I get a chill. Looking up I realize I had left the window open all night. I get up and flinch a bit at the cold wood on my bare feet. I shake my head and go over to the window looking out before I have to close it. It's quiet and the moon is out shedding a soft light and playing with the shadows. These were the nights I loved because they always seemed full of possibilities. I give it one last look before I close the window and try to lay back down disregarding my previous thoughts and the dream that accompanied them.

I toss and turn. I shouldn't be lingering so much on a dream. I can't even remember all of it just snippets a hand here, a caress there, the feeling of him pressed against me. I shift again and pick up my phone which had been charging next to my bed. It's three in the morning and I can either try and go back to sleep or just get up and pack and make breakfast and crap or watch a movie. I don't know anything is better than laying here and thinking about that filthy dream. I had what five, six days to be ready to travel by. I ruffle Julia's fur as I sit on the edge of my bed. I don't even know what to pack apart from my equipment. I'll probably need some different clothes to travel with, which means shopping. Oh joy. I get up slip on a pair of socks from my dresser and grab my phone before making my way downstairs to the kitchen with Julia in tow. I can either make something or turn on a movie. I open my fridge to see what I have and find a roll of cookie dough, I will take that. I grab a water bottle and carry my new loot out to the living room curling up on my favorite overstuffed chair and turn on the tv. Julia jumps up onto my lap and lays down on my legs while I wait for Netflix to load.  There is nothing I haven't seen already so I put on my personal favorite, Pulp Fiction. I know it all by heart and am mouthing along to the first scenes when my phone lights up with a text message. It's not even four in the morning, who the hell would text me this early?