Oblivious

OBLIVIOUS - Part 12

"What . . ."
I touched the back of my head, while I had to arch my back to stand up; it felt like my whole body was sore.
With a loud sigh I tried to stand up, not moving my hand from my head.

I tried to remember what happened the previous night, but all I could repuzzle was a blur of memory. Was I  really at the beach last night? How could that be possible . . . And that Guy I met. . . Was it really Chr...

"Ra-ain Honey, are you up?", I heard my Mom say behind my door.

"Im...I'm okay, Mum.", I said, my throat hurting as if I had a cold.

I tried to stand up, and opened my window, deeply breathing in the fresh morning air of St. Petersburg. The clouds had dissapeared, leaving the sky in a clear, crystal blue picture. What had happened last night? I thought repeatidely, while looking at my Selfportrait, drawn a year ago, that hung next to the giant window. Before I decided to walk downstairs, I glanced over my desk, where I kept all my writing- and literature stuff on. Without thinking much, I reached out for one of my previously bought Notebooks- And decided to write down everything I have experienced in my recent dream. Maybe that could help me investigate the supernatural visions & unexplainable feelings.

'. . . Flying and levitating. . .  absolute coldness & extremely realistic features of a freezingly cold night. . . Appearance of a lovely familiar face. . . Emotional overwhelmness. . .'

I shook my head. Or maybe it was just a really realistic dream...
I closed the Notebook unconciously and placed it onto my nightshelf, moving my long hair on my left shoulder first.

On my way downstairs I looked at the picture that Chris liked so much. Of course...What had Jackson once said when he talked about Chris' inssident? That he often mentions his strange and realistic based dreams, that seem to give him a new perspective of life...