Dream Journal

Chapter 5

Chapter Five – Christina

One of my favorite past times is to watch him sleep. He breathes in and exhales in pulses instead of one fluent breath. It was almost as if he had some kind of physical ailment, but he was perfectly healthy and had always done this as long as I've known him. I liked it. It was cute. Remembering all that we'd been through together, I looked out the glass window.

Outside, the sun was just coming up over the water, almost too bright to look at directly. The sand was as white as snow and there was a lack of wind given by the fact the beach had no waves. Last night, Envy had bought us a hotel in the city we were in that was a skyscraper overlooking the beach. I had to beg him so hard to let us stay up here at the top and he finally caved in to get us a room at the top.

Shaking, Envy burst to a sitting position on the bed next to mine. His heart was pounding so loud I was able to hear it across the room. This was the part I hated the most, when he awoke from what looked like such a peaceful state of mind full of fear and terror. Back during the Four Quests, I always had good dreams that came to life while he had the bad ones. If there was anything I could've done to switch that around, I would've.

"Christina," he said, "It was terrible. I died again. It wasn't my turn to die, but I died."

I stood up from my bed and walked over to stand at the side of his. "It's okay, come here."

Removing the blankets from over his legs, he got up and came to give me a hug. "Christina, I'm starting to forget what my dream was about."

It was always like this. When Envy was in danger, I protected him. When he got scared, I comforted him. It was my job after all, as his protector. He wasn't as strong as me so I loved to be able to nurture him as a mother like most guys wouldn't have liked. What he lacked in physical ability though, he made up in brains.

"What do you mean forgot?" I broke our hug so that his arms hung at his sides and I let my hands rest on his elbows, looking him in the eyes.

He answered, "Like I just remember something about dying when it wasn't my turn to die. I have no recollection of anything else that happened."

That made no sense. "Well maybe if we go ahead and do what Omega said so that I can be a part of the Three Missions with you then you'll get your memories of the dream back. It's possible me knowing about what you're doing when I'm not supposed to has something to do with this."

"That's an idea, but it won't work," Envy boldly said, "though you are right about doing it. We should go ahead and do it now."

I didn't like when this happened. Annoyed is the best way to describe how I feel when he disagrees with me or doesn't like my idea. He was smart, a lot smarter now than when I first met him and a lot smarter than me, and sometimes it just went to his head.

"Okay," I said, letting go of him.

"Follow me," he responded while grabbing the Dream Journal off the nightstand in between our two beds. After it was in his possession he walked to the bathroom.

Following him into the bathroom I thought about the last time we were in a bathroom together. I felt dirty about what I did since I shouldn't have gone past kissing with him, but I immediately pushed that thought out. It wasn't true, it was a lie. I was not dirty. I still had my purity ring and I still would not have sex until I'm married.

Sitting on the side of the bathtub, Envy laid the Dream Journal on the ground, opened to the fourth page like Omega had instructed. He motioned for me to sit on the toilet, which had both lids closed, so I did. Not able to help myself I noted the detail that I matched the color of the bleached white porcelain the toilet was made of. My nails were painted the same white color and I had on a white dress that went down past my knees.