Love in dreams

Chapter 5

Kate's point of view

I woke up really disappointed. It was 9 AM and I stayed in bed for a while thinking about last night’s dream. It was pretty much the same dream I had last time except for one little tiny detail. He didn’t show up!

It was cold and dark again and I was in a scary forest. I walked and walked and tried to get out of that forest, but it seemed like I walked in circles. I was over and over again at the same exact place as I was last time, but there wasn’t even a single trace of that stranger. He didn’t come. I was all alone in a dark forest.

“Helloooo, anybody there???” I shouted as loud as I could, but nobody answered. It was official. I was completely alone. Last thing I remember is that I kept walking before I woke up.

As I previously mentioned I stayed in bed thinking for a while. Why didn’t he show up? Not that I care…but why? I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my head. Why am I even thinking about the guy? I don’t even know who he is and I didn’t even see his face. I sure didn’t see his face, but boy I felt something. I'm not sure what, but I did. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real and whoever he is, he is not worth thinking about. Focus on the real life.

Finally, I got out of bed. It’s a beautiful day and you’re not staying in bed. You’re going to have some fun today. I went to bathroom to brush my teeth and take a long relaxing shower.

I stepped in the bathroom and I saw a huge mirror. I looked at my reflection and sighed. I was still trying to get used to this face. It was still new to me. I squeezed my cheek to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming this whole thing. It wasn’t a dream, but it certainly was my worst nightmare.

I took off my clothes and I saw a scar on the right side of my stomach. I ignored it, because I didn’t want any new confusions. I closed my eyes and let the drops of water roll down on my naked spine. Unconsciously, I touched my scar and I heard a gun shot... My heart skipped a beat and I fell down. I was conscious enough to realize that it was just in my head, that it wasn’t happening at this moment. I didn’t hurt myself when I fell, I just had a scratch on my left knee, thank God.

I finished showering and I went to my room to find some clothes to wear. I picked some jeans and a white t-shirt. I wanted to keep it casual.

I went to bathroom again to find some makeup. I didn’t find a lot, just a mascara, lipstick and lip gloss. Cool I’m finding some new things about myself. Apparently, I don’t like makeup. I congratulated myself for that. That’s exactly how I picture myself.

While I was applying a mascara Elizabeth shouted from downstairs. “Honey, are you awake? I made you breakfast!”

“I’m coming El…” I stopped myself before I hurt her feelings again. I still can’t call her mom. I just can’t...

I went downstairs… Something smelled really good… I inhaled the smell and I saw pancakes with peanut butter. I stopped drooling when Elizabeth approached me.

“Did you sleep well?” she gave me a warm smile.

“I did, thank you Elizabeth” This time I said it and it was too late to take the words back. I hope I didn’t hurt her.

“It hurts me when you call me Elizabeth and I know that you are not comfortable enough to call me ‘mom’. So I suggest you call me Liz. Is it ok with you?”