Short Stories

Intuitive Reality

This was a legit dream I had, and I thought that I just had to share. Excuse its randomness. 

Side Note: They Dylan in my dream was Dylan O'Brein 

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Intuitive Reality:

She was at a dinner party with her friends. They dressed in the most fabulous attire they could conjure.  Finished off with floppy hats to match the era of the restaurant. She zoned out of the conversation.  She didn’t want to hear about pointless drama that never seemed to end.

            To pass the time, she looked around the restaurant, studying the faces that she would probably never come across again. Her eyes floated from person to person until her eyes grew huge in recognition.

            There, sitting diagonally across the restaurant, was Gabe.  He was on a date with some young girl in a floosy dress. She made eye contact with the girl and the girl’s eyes pleaded for help.  Confused, Maddy beckoned her. The girl nodded stiffly and quickly excused herself from the table.

            “What’s the problem?” Maddy asked, when the girl was in earshot. The girl just shook her head and whispered. “He keeps offering me jewels and money, but I just want to be with him.” Maddy’s eyebrows creased in confusion. “Then why don’t you just tell him that?”

            Her reaction was as if she just was handed all the answers in the universe. “Oh, okay,” she said, nodding and smiling, “I’ll do it!” With that she walked back toward the table.  When she got back to the table, she saw that Gabe wasn’t in his suit anymore. He was in running clothes.

            Maddy crept forward to hear what was happening. “Sorry, Isabella,” Gabe said, “I just can’t do this anymore.” The floosy, Isabella, sobbed. Maddy put her fist in the air in triumph.  She didn’t like the floosy.

            To get away from the sobbing girl she returned to her table. Her friends were still talking.  They didn’t even notice her departure.  Maddy continued to people watch. Her eyes skimmed over Isabella’s blotchy face and focused on the waitresses and waiters, wondering what their story was.

            Then a man in an efficient looking suit entered the restaurant. He had sunglasses and his fingers pressed against an earpiece. He mumbled incoherent words; Maddy automatically assumed he was a secret agent. The secret agent slithered through tables and nodded toward a waiter to grab his attention. The waiter complied and stood still. Maddy knew the waiter recognized him.

            The man in the black suit then whispered in the waiter’s ear, pointing towards the table Maddy and her friends’ occupied. The waiter nodded every few seconds, eyes unblinking.

            Then the secret agent leaned away and with a quick nod of his head and a pat on the waiter’s shoulder as he walked out, arms at both his sides.

Maddy’s eyes almost immediately drifted back to the waiter that strangely looked a lot like Hans from Frozen. She wasn’t surprised to see him heading for her table. He held a tray of food at eye level. When he approached the table, he placed the tray at the edge.

            “Excuse me, ladies,” he said, “but it was requested that you all move to the private room.” Maddy’s very stuck up friend surveyed them all and ‘ooohed’, at the gesture. Surprisingly, they all went along with it.