Beautifully Fucked Up Stories

Is It Really You?

Getting off the plane was difficult as usual. Travel is stressful; but I had the dream again on the plane. I held her hand with red flowers surrounding us. We were on the corner of 91st street and Walking Man Rd, she took ahold of my wrist and pulled me behind her. I watched her short curly hair bounce softly as she guided me to God knows where. That seems to always be the end of the dream. And here I am stand outside on the concrete next to the road, I pull out a pack of camels and light one. Pulling in a big puff I think of the beautiful dream and the beautiful dream girl. Yet I know it's just a dream and nothing more. I flick away the cigarette and step on it to make sure it's out. Lifting my arm I hail a cab to take me the the Holiday Inn I'm staying at. While getting in I mad sure to watch the signs slowly couldn't up. 88th Street, 89th Street, and finely 90th Street. I stepped out of the cab my hair in a lazy braid that swayed on my back with my every move. I walked into the hotel and stopped at the key counter "Room 397" I ain't twords the women and she smiled a clearly fake smile twords me as she handed me the key card. I took the card and got into the elevator and felt my claustrophobia kick in a bit as I was surrounded by the people and metal walls, slowly and shakily I press the 3rd floor button. I felt so crowded and reached for my lighter in my front pocket but stopped myself thinking. I'll have a smoke in my room. Thankfully your floor comes up and you get out of the elevator. I walk straight to my room and hold the key card to the door. It opens after I finally stopped shaking.  While walking in I was greeted by a beautiful room with many fluffy pillows and white sheets that looked so comfortable, dropping my bag I walked right past it to the balcony. I opened the door and pulled out a cigarette from my pack and placed it in my mouth and lit it. Slowly smoking I never even thought to cheack out the view so I slowly look around what was presented in front of me. Then I see splashes of red down the road. I cough and my cigarette dropped to the floor of the balcony. Grabbing tightly onto my knees I tried to regain my composure. I slowly looked back up to only realize I've been here before. I've seen this place. But I had never been here in real life. I think to myself but it was just a dream. Rubbing my eyes I look at the red flowers. I think I'm losing it I say to myself. But I couldn't stop myself. I ran back into the room and changed hoping that I didnt smell like cigarettes and old perfume. I let my hair down and covered myself in new perfume. I ran down the hall to the elevator and press the button to the first floor. No one was in the elevator and I jumped up and down the elevator seemed to go so slow as I was pleading to make it in time. To see her. I practically jumped out of the elevator when the bell sung for the first floor and I ran to the counter. "Is there a street named Walking Man Rd any where near here?" I said while trying to catch my breath. The women turned around sighing then said "Why yes there is it's a three minute walk, I recommend the cafe on the corner of Walking Man Rd and 91st Street." Before she could put in another word I ran out of the hotel and sprinted down the road. Once I got to the red flowers I hunched over coughing and trying to catch my breath. "Damn I need to stop smoking" looking up she was no where in sight.  I know this place. But where is she? I sat down on the chair outside of the cafe and put my head down hoping no one would talk to me. I almost fell asleep as I head a little voice ask "Is this seat taken?" I looked up and was grated with a girl with short curly hair that was so unmistakable that my jaw dropped. She took a closer look at you and covered her mouth. She shuddered and said "Is it really you?"