IX.
Thu. 18th Dec 2014
San Diego, California
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She finds it hard to breathe. The supply of air that surrounds her is inadequate for her respiration. She finds it hard to move. She's sitting in a small, closed, sombre place, limiting her body niggardly in making any possible movement.
She's like cowering inside a narrow box, and this box is shrinking, and shrinking, needing her to huddle within. She can't breathe. She's so scared. She can't breathe. She cries in hush. She can't breathe. She can't breathe. She can no longer breathe.
She woke up dreadfully, chasing for her breathing. She was terrorised by her nightmare, but this one wasn't something new, she did have it often.
As time went by, the details were getting more pinned-down. In her nightmare, everything was black – rayless but evoking a grave threat of peril.
Felisa got out of bed, and budged inside her bathroom. She faced her reflexion in the mirror whilst removing her tresses. She wore off her clothes, and shifted to the shower stall.
She let the lukewarm water streamed down her undressed body. Her head ached like it was being pierced slightly by pointed arrows. The side reaction of alcohol.
In any case, she was rejuvenated. She toweled her body, and got dried. After dressing up, she hopped downstairs and sideslipped to the dining table, finding Nathaniel eating there alone.
"I thought you weren't going to school today that was why I didn't wake you up," he said immediately after he sighted her coming.
"It's fine," she grunted as she dragged a chair and sat.
"Will you driving for yourself today?" he asked whilst munching a sandwich.
"I hope so. Forsooth, I already have a driver's license." she said, "Thanks for teaching me how to drive. You're a good driving instructor."
"No, you're just a smart learner."
She beamed at him before she winced, touching her temples.
"Are you okay?" he asked, completely bothered.
"Yeah, just a headache." she explained.
Nathaniel called one of their maidservants, a skivvy returned with the pills and gave it to him.
"That's hangover. Here, this helps." he handed a pill to her. She took it presently, "Why did you drink too much?"
"Jasmine, and I just had a quite big fun at the bar." she muttered, placing the glass of water down the table.
"Felisa," he mumbled, eyeing to her pea-green oculars. His bluish eyes were heavyhearted like the colour of the sky when it was about to rain.
She got him based on the way he stare.
"Nate, if you're thinking that I get drunken because of that kiss or whatever then you're absolutely mistaken. The kiss is a mistake, let's take it away and just forget about it," she blurted out just before she realised what she'd said, "I'm sorry."
"No, you're right. I'm sorry, too." he said.
After that, silence encircled them for a fleeting moment. She sheared it off.
"I just want to forget about the kiss, and move on. Let's don't hate each other just because of that, Nate. Please?"
Nathaniel smiled at her, so as she to him.
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