Drink Deeply and Dream.

Chapter 8

Callie's Pov

I don't know what came over me but I kissed him. I kissed him and I loved it. Wanted it even. Like it was the only driving thought in my mind. I didn't want to let him go! Oh God! How could I face him again. I could feel my cheeks burning from a blush as I closed the front door, the house was completely dark and silent as I made my way to the bathroom to shower. There was a lot that happened tonight. It had started out as a night out with friends and turned into a date! A date! Does he want to see me again? Did he say that? Didn't he? Shit we are dating! Oh, why is it that everytime something happens Tina and Mickey are passed out drunk?

The hot water soothed my inner turmoil. What was I going to do? I knew the answer before I asked the question: Nothing! I had school on Monday and tomorrow was the Viking exhibit. I don't really want to go alone. The thought of bringing them? They just don't value history like I do. I would have to fight to concentrate on the program. Just another thing to make me the odd one. I mean I am a virgin and at my age, that is a feat.

I feel people's emotions, I can know how they feel. It's like their emotions crawl along my skin, being absorbed into my being. Sometimes it's great having such a gift. When a laughing child or a happy couple walks by the joy is immense and magical. I love Christmas: the hope, and excitement, and the joy. It's better than getting drunk. No, it's a high! It makes me feel like I'm floating, like anything is possible. Love never ends, people don't die and things are perfect in the world.

Then the downside. The sadness, the hurting, and the sick. When I close my eyes the weight of the world sinks into the pit of my stomach. So much hurt, pain, hate, and brokenness in the world. My heart aches to fix it all. To bring the races together, to make sure every abandoned child has a home. I would adopt every animal if I could.

That's enough of those thoughts. Now is not the time to contemplate the chaos and darkness that is our world.Turning off the water and drying off I barely manage to slide on my panties and a tank top before I am out like a light.

The ground beneath my feet is rocky as I find myself stumbling around. The sun hasn't yet set, creating elongated shadows of the thinning out trees. Suddenly, in front of me, all I see is a cliff face. The sun settles on the horizon, kissing the watery surface of the ocean. The wind smells heavily of salt water and refreshing air. I feel a deep peace fill me as I relax a foot away from the edge and I listen as the waves crash on the jagged rocks.

"Moira, you should not be out at this time of night." I turn to see a man in a long billowing cloak. I am at a loss for what is going on and why he called me Moira? This was a dream again? "I'm sorry. It is just such a nice night." The figure walked forward, placing the palm of his hand on my cheek. He removed his hood. This man was of Indian descent, and I don't mean the Native American type of Indian. He came from India, he bore some of the darker tribal markings which I couldn't decipher in the fading light of the evening. "That it is, but Moira you have your mother worried. I have sworn to protect you and having you run off isn't making my job easy." I felt myself nod. "I am sorry for causing you and mother to worry. I never meant to be a hassle." My lips moved but it wasn't my voice? I brought my head forward to reveal that l it wasn't my hair, it was blond! The man before me reached his hand out to me and I took it, following him back down the path I had come down.

I blink, trying to adjust to the bright morning light. I hurriedly dressed and make my way down the hall leading into the small kitchen. On the counter is an envelope with my name scribbled on it: I could tell that it was Mickey's writing. I open the letter only to read.

Babygirl,

We tried to wake you up. Damn girl, what did you do last night after you left? Tina went to spend the night with Roscoe and some guys from work and I are going out of town but we will back tomorrow in time for school. And when we get back we will expect the details of that kiss from last night. One more thing, don't do anything I wouldn't do.