I Dream A Dream

Chapter 12: Tuesday Arrives

Yes. Tuesday arrives, time for a surprise, hit your head with the morning rise, Harry you are a fool like the confused bee hives.

Subconscious is my worst. My enemy. He is vile. Truthfully my opponent.

I am you. I am me. I am in everyone.

Do you ever hear a second voice in your head? Those second thoughts? That little person giving you two minds. He is one, but what am I? He says we combine, but I don't like him, did I mention? My subconscious, he is my enemy. He is vile.

Time will tell, I've said that before, but is it me? No. Straight away I shall tell you with the mind of mine, with the mouth I open, time cannot simply give you the reason, because in my mind, time is satan. He is vile.

So Tuesday afternoon, I sit here, and what do I do? I realise that I have two dates, and letting them both down was a decision I couldn't make. As my subconscious would tell me oh so much. He is vile.

So the decision I made was, to meet the 7'o clock chick. But he, yes, my sub- let's give him a name... Bill. He is vile.

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It was 7, right on time, I stood outside her door hoping I got the right address.

"Hey"

A young girl with locks permed to her ears, and small but noticeable freckles danced around the bridge of her nose.

"Hello, you must be-"

"Ciara"

Finish me off thank you! Bill is mean. He is... Fricking pissing me off!

"Right you little-"

I realised I spoke aloud.

"Um, shall we go"

Pretending she didn't hear a word, Ciara led me to my own car. Strange.

She gazed around the landscape, watching the greenery appear before her every time we inched forward.

"It's beautiful"

She said.

"It's a place of freedom"

I smiled, making sure I kept my eyes on the road.

"Freedom? I like that thought, you know I quite like the thought of freedom and justice."

"But this is different, it's a different kind of freedom. The freedom that you experience when still breathing, the freedom that opens your senses and allows you to embrace the aroma, it's lovely"

"It's beautiful"

Ciara looked at her hands and swept her gaze upon me. She inched her hand forward, placing it on top of mine.

"I like this place Harry"

My foot whacked onto the brakes.

"Come again"

I cleared my throat.

"I mean, I'm sorry I didn't hear you"

"I said, I like this place Harry"

Lighting struck me straight through my cardio organ. Cassandra. My first dream. My first lo-

Yes Harry, you're first love, you first time, you're first breath taking lover. Bill, did I mention that he is a moron!

"Looks like we're here"

I moved Bill to the other tangled side of me.

"What would you like Monsieur and Madame?"

The waiter spoke with a French accent.

"I'd take the lobster, and he'll take?"

"The double Dutch"

Always fancy something different.

After a while, I glanced at my watch to find the time to hit EIGHT:FIFTY

F.M.L.

As I brushed myself and nearly spoke the words "I've got to go"

I saw her. There. Right there, were I was, at the restaurant standing is the most gorgeous red dress that split at the bottom, on the side. No chance of hiding when I held her painful contact.

She marched towards me, annoyed, hurt, vile.

"Well hello mister, whatever you're famous ass name is! You said you'd meet me and you stood me up. You could of made an excuse, that would be better than sitting her with another date you two timer, you bastard, you-"

I kissed her. Well she wouldn't shut up so I made a move. She pushed me and clenched her teeth.

"Wait!"

Ciara spoke.

"Harry who is she?"

"Let me tell you, Harry is dating you and was meant to be going out tonight with me. But doesn't seem like that, I'm going, I'm sorry I wasted your precious time."

I ran after her. Why? I don't know. But I felt eagerness, sorrow, and small skip in my heart. I hated it, but I ran after her, leaving Ciara running after me.

"You bitch! You son of a-"

Ciara screamed and came to a halt where she didn't bother anymore.

"Wait! Sandy!"

"What? I don't want drama. I never asked for it, so stop chasing after me with your nonsense!"

We stood on the pavement, opposite each other, invading one another's space.

"I don't know why, can we start over?"

"Start over? We never even had a beginning, where do we start?!"

Her gaze buried my soul, ripping out every piece of my weakening, fragile body.

"I don't know"

"That's not an answer mister"

Closer. I swear I could just grab her face and plant a sweet, desperate, longing lip lock.

"I want you"

"You can't have me"

"I'll get you"

"Yeah whatever. You celebrities think you can do all this and all that"

"Well let me stop you right there, I'm like under surveillance everyday! I don't get freedom. But you could be my chance to open the doors, and just, please."

Did I just beg? No, you're just a hopeless idiotic romantic. Damn this side.

"And what about the other girl?"

"I'll sort that out, but please, a day, one day, a full day!"

"I don't know why but I feel like I can't say no to you, so fine, but I'll be a tough one, remember that!"

She spoke in a harsh tone, however, she was still so cute.

Well that's settled; I think. Maybe not. Oh well, where's bill when you need him? Oh wait. He is vile.