Family...
"Where's my mother and father?" I asked them.
"Master you're father lives in New York," Yeah uhm we're in L.A. "while your mother is at Pari in the moment." Wait, why are they separated?
"Why is this so?"
"Your father is in the Supreme Court of Justice while your mother is the famous designer Georgia Wilson." Okay, I'm rich and I've probably got a ton of good looking clothes given to me by my amazing mother ...weird to say that because Georgia is just my age.
"Oh, cool." I answer trying not to show my enjoyment and knowledge of my supposed mother.
"By the way master you should know that you're openly bisexual."
"AWESOME!" Damn I couldn't hold it in.
"Well at least you've got your words down." Dr. Wilson mentioned.
BANG
"Holy," This teenage boy who seemed to be just my age had the same upper frame and height as my husband though his lower half was that of an athlete's, his neck was slender and his face was feminine so was his hair that was dirty blonde golden locks that came with hazelnut eyes. This pretty boy came running at with his arms wide open then came in to give a giant bear hug. "I missed you." His hand gently moving up my neck it definitely made my heart beat faster ...weird is he supposed to be my boyfriend (awesome)? Then his long fingers clinging to my long hair. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?" Ow! With him pulling my hair...
"WHAT DID I DO?"
"You left me!"
"Louis, son let go of Richard's hair please, he has amnesia." Son? They related?
"You're serious?" Just let go of my hair already!
"Yes I am."
"I don't believe you." He finally let go of my hair, thank God. Oh okay now he's yanking my arm off and out the clinic we go.
Anyway how is it possible that I can feel in a dream ...or is this even a dream?
