And Dreams Might Win

Chapter 9

I looked in his intent grey eyes which smiled at me and I couldn't help but get lost in them. My eyes fluttered shut and I tilted my head towards the right and put my left hand on his right cheek. It felt rough but strong and I loved the feeling of touching him.He, whoever he was didn't flinch. I moved towards him waiting to feel his lips and kiss him until I am driven out of my senses. He still doesn't move. What on bloody earth is he doing, son of-

"Ow, Ow, Hey! No stop. This is not what you were suppose to do!"

"Get up lazy little arse!"

"Stop it!" I screeched.

"I won't stop slapping your face until you open your eyes and move your body towards the very clean bathroom so we can start our little journey." Filip spoke smacking my face in the process.

"Agh, I am up. Stop it now or you'll regret your actions."

"Open your eyes first. That was the deal!" He stifled a laugh while continuing to molest me.

"Fine!" I opened my eyes to get a blow of sunshine entering my cornea. That hurt. This sudden eradication of darkness left me blind for some seconds until finally it started becoming clear. Filip darling was right in front of my sleep wrecked face, grinning like an idiot waving at me.His smile was reaching his grey-

Okay, stop! That isn't the same grey eyes color you were loosing yourself in that dream. I know they are not. They simply can't be.

Yes, of course. I think it was lighter than his eye color. Anyway, I can't imagine myself dreaming of Bermuda shorts ever until its a nightmare where he needs to insult himself, which would justify his presence. Can you just rethink the color of the eyes I was loosing myself into? Just to make sure. It could be Harrison's eyes.

I am as sure as I'll ever be. Harrison's eyes were a very dark shade of grey. Not to worry. It could be just another actor you were dreaming about.

Yes. It could be-

"Are you kidding me, Vera?" Wyatt groaned.

"I am up. Your friend is not allowing me to get up." I spoke pushing Filip away.

"You were staring at me lost in some thought land and as much as I remember you never made an effort to move." Filip fired back.

"I was just.. Uh.. thinking what to wear today according to the weather." I said running towards the toilet meant to be shared by two rooms. I am hoping it's better than public restrooms.

"Vera? Are you okay in there? " Filip asked concerned after about sixteen minutes and fifty three seconds of my presence in the toilet.

" Uh.. Yeah. I am good. Just shitting too much than normal." I spoke tremulously.

"Are you getting sick? I have some medicines to help if its diarrhea." Filip spoke from the other side of the door, concerned.

"No, its not diarrhea. I ate too much. The shit looks good to me, perfect color, not too liquid, just perfectly solid and smell is-

"That's enough descriptions for me to conclude that you do not have diarrhea. Can you just make this quick?" Filip spoke laughing slightly.

"Yup. Out in five man."

"Are you still somehow drunk or is it hangover?" Filip questioned.

"Shut up-

"Okay, I am gone."

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