Make It There

Memories

Memories.

Memories floated in my mind that night.

The alley, pitch black.

The only light was from the full moon high above.

I cautiously stepped backwards, not recognizing the dusky setting I was in. Okay...don't freak out...Just try to get outta here.

Before I was able to make another move, I heard someone speaking Finnish. I sharply turned around and saw a guy with blond hair walking up to me. Just stay cool...just stay cool...

The guy stopped walking when he was inches away from me. Then the words that came out from his mouth weren't Finnish, but were English, perfect, textbook English. But the words themselves...were insane.

"I made you," he told me softly.

I was still for a moment; I knitted my eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"I said that I made you," he repeated, his features growing stern.

I turned my head from side to side vigorously, finding a way to get out of this uncomfortable predicament. I then turned around sharply, and began rushing toward the opening of the alley. To my dismay, I felt the guy harshly grabbing my wrist and thrusting me close to him.

"You'll see...trust me...," he whispered into my ear.

Then I began to regain conscience and snapped out from my dream. I rapidly sat up quickly from my bed, breathing hard and sweating more than usually.

"Ohmygosh, that was just a dream..." I placed my head into my hands and let out a sigh of relief.

"You okay, Toosk?"

I lowered my hands and peered down at my wife, Bebe, who was laying next to me. I was able to see her because of the moonlight that was flooding down the bed since the window was in front of us. "Just a bad dream."

She pushed herself up to sit up as well. "You almost scared me. And you woke me up." She didn't seem to pleased to be woken up to another one of my bad dreams.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But what could I do about it?" I gazed at the huge window that was in front of our bed with my hands cupping my jaws. "I can't control what I dream about."

"I'm starting to worry about you," Bebe told me with concerned.

I gave her a confused look. "Why?"

"This has been like what--?" She rose her hand in the air. "--the fifth time you had a nightmare in a week?" She dropped her hand back on the covers.

"It's my forth one, and no, please, Bebe, don't worry about me. I'll do fine." I stared down at her with a sincere expression.

Bebe sighed. "Okay... Just stop scaring the daylights out of me when you wake up from 'em." She began back turning around onto her side with her back facing me.

My eyes drifted toward the right, where the door was located. "Okay..." I looked back at her. "Sorry..."

Bebe waved her hand lazily in the air. "It's fine... I still love you."

I chuckled. "I love you, too." I kissed the top of her head.

"Now get some sleep," she told me gently. "And don't wake up super early, okay?"

"Alright." I nodded and slipped back underneath the blankets and laid on my back. I tried closing my eyes and think of nice thoughts, but that blond man kept on popping back on my mind like an annoying commercial. It's just a dream, me. Stop thinking. Just go back to sleep--you'll make Bebe happy that way.

But I couldn't.

So after an hour and a half of laying lazily, I got up and changed into my jeans and black coat and shoes, then headed out the door.