Dreams and Dreamlings

Chapter 6- Basement Horrors 101

          Seeing Marco glinting in the morning sun was proof enough that whatever happened last night in my dream really happened. To top it off, I looked at my ratty shirt and dirty jeans. It was as if I went through an obstacle course during a storm. I felt like it too. I could feel that every single muscle in my body was strained. Sleeping was really tough for dream travelers.

                I wondered if Amy got home okay. I hoped that she didn’t have trouble with the portal.

                I checked the wall clock and it was still six thirty in the morning. I could smell the faint scent of breakfast seeping in from the space beneath the door. It smelled like pancakes and sweet breakfast meat, probably tocino. I totally forgot how hungry I was.  

                It was still quite early for me to be awake considering it was a Saturday, but I got up and took a quick shower. It definitely felt so good to be back. It may have only been a few hours here in the real world, but for me, it was around two days. If what Amy said was true, the people I left back here in the real world wouldn’t even had noticed that I was gone. If Olivia and her family saw my getup, they’d probably think I did something suspicious in their garden. It was a good thing I had an extra shirt in my backpack.

                A few minutes after getting dressed, I heard a light knock on the door.

                “May I come in?” Asked a young girl’s voice from behind the bedroom door.

                “Um, sure.” I replied, “Come in.”

                The voice wasn’t familiar. As the door opened, I saw a pale-looking girl peek into the room. She was still wearing her pajamas with elephant prints on them. She looked considerably younger than I was. But I noticed that she had the same dark-brown hair and eyes as Olivia which made it obvious that she was her sister. Her hair was short as it curled just above her shoulders.

                “Breakfast is ready downstairs Remy.” She said, “We’ll be waiting for you in the dining room.”

                “Thanks, I’ll be down in a bit.” I said as I started putting on my shoes. “By the way, you’re Olivia’s sister right?”

                “Uhm, yeah,” The girl said, “My name’s Sarah.”

                “You look a lot like your sister.” I said.

                Heh, obviously. Marco said from under the bed. If my sword had eyes, I’m sure he’d be rolling them.

                She just smiled at me and closed the door behind her as she left me feeling awkward and embarrassed for stating the obvious.

                After fixing the room up, I went back downstairs. The corridor leading from the guests’ room was painted cerulean and it was long and well-decorated with paintings from famous painters like Monet, Luna, Hidalgo, and even Van Gogh. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of these paintings were the real thing. And yeah, I know those painters. I had History of Art during my sophomore year.

                I went down and made my way into the dining room. The dining room was huge with a long mahogany table like the ones you’d see in the Southern plantations in the United States. The ceiling was around twenty feet above us with a crystal chandelier dangling at the center of the room, sparkling as the sunlight penetrated it. The windows were on one side revealing the Makati skyline. To think that the Young family woke up to this kind of morning every day made me kind of envious.