The Fey Girl

The Dream

I close my window and make sure it's locked before I close my curtains for the night. The only light in the room is coming from my small lamp on my bedside table which is quite dim. I slip my oversized shirt and shorts on and lie on my back on the bed, Looking up at the roof. Tommorow is the wedding. I'm so happy for my aunt but there is also a hint of happiness that I get to wear my dress all day for people to see. I pull my laptop from under the bed and hit the power button before leaving to brush my teeth while it loads up. I run the cold water and pour the toothpaste on my brush in a carefull pea shape before closing the lid and running the toothpast under the water, Wrecking the perfect pea shape. I start to brush my teeth when I notice that It's too salty and I spit it out quickly and rinse my mouth out with water, Ignoring the fact that that too tastes odd. "Everything tastes salty for some reason'' I whisper to myself before shrugging and leaving the bathroom. I sit back on my bed and open up facebook on my old laptop. Almost seconds after I log on a chat box pops up.

Tristan: Hey Violet did the dress fit okay?

Me: Yes, but how did you know about it???

Tristan: I guessed you needed it. Sorry about last time.

Me: Yeah what was that about anyway?

Tristan: Don't ask.

Me: I just did... Now tell me

After a long pause he replys

Tristan: I had to for my job.

Me: That's the most lame excuse I have ever heard

Tristan: I am so sorry...

Me: Whatever.

Tristan: I have to go... Bye

I start to reply but am cut off with a notification telling me he went offline. This guy really has problems and I don't want to be one of them. I log off and shut off my laptop quickly, Already frustrated at this boy. I place my laptop under my bed and crawl under the covers, Shivering slightly at the sudden cold. I lay awake for a little while before I finally sleep.

~Dream~

I wake up on my bed and beside me is tristan, Twirling my hair in his fingers. ''Hello pretty'' He croons. I sit up properly and just stare at him. Up close he is so perfect I could just reach out and stroke his cheek but instead I question him "What is happening?'' He smiles and me gently
"I just need to tell you something. At the wedding I will be there waiting for you to dance with me. I need you to come dance me when the song comes on'' I stare at him quizically.
"What song? How will I know what one it is?'' I question him. ''You will just know. Goodbye pretty'' With that he kisses my forehead and everything disappears.

I wake up sweaty and confused