Timeless Love

Chapter 5: The Author

Where am I...? Who's there? I could hear the steps behind me. I could here the faint sound of inhalation followed by exhalation. "...for your eyes hath found mine..."

I awoke, startled by the strange dream I had. What was it again? Something about eyes? I decided to stop thinking about it, pulled back the woollen blankets and got out of bed. Checking my phone, I realized it was 6:38 am. Christ! Why had I woken up so early? Nevertheless, I was no longer tired.

"Annalissa! You're up early," my mother observed as she stepped into the kitchen.

"So are you," I replied. "I'm just not all that tired. Had a weird dream too, but I can't remember much of it."

"Ah, I see. Don't you want something better for breakfast? I could make you eggs and ham, maybe some nice toast?" she offered.

"Mom, you know I'm a vegetarian." I sighed.

"Still?" she wondered aloud.

I took my bowl of cereal into the living room to eat there instead. I reached for the remote, but decided against watching TV. The dream was vague, but remained in my mind. It was like a taste of chocolate that remains in your mouth even after having swallowed water or something. It was there, but faintly. And just like how you want to taste that chocolate again, I wanted to remember the dream again.

It was a Saturday, so I had all day for myself. It never occurred to me that the dream may have had something to do with An Oppressed Evil. But I entertained the idea after having seen the book while in my room organising. Hmm, Gavriil Khavin. So interesting. I'd have to research him later. I'd have to!

And that's what I did. And about 5 pm, I grabbed my laptop and sat in bed with a glass of peppermint tea on my nightstand. I opened my laptop, got on the internet and typed "Gavriil Khavin author" into the search engine. To my dismay, not much came up. And just as I was about to click on one of the links, my mother called me downstairs. Apparently we had some company.

I groaned and headed downstairs, and gasped when I saw my mother at the open living room door with Kobe standing in the doorway.

"Kobe? What are you doing here?" Admittedly I was a little embarrassed to have company over without warning. I felt a mess, with my usually braided hair loose and fluffed around my face like a mane. My white camisole and khaki shorts didn't help much either.

"Just thought I'd come visit" he laughed.

"But how-"

"I heard you giving some girl instructions to get to the library. You described the location of your house too you know." he said, answering my question before I could ask it.

"Oh. That's a little...odd." Albeit I thought it was a lot odd. Sheesh, how many people eavesdrop for instructions to houses? The thought made me shudder.

"Well...what do you want?" I asked.

"Annlissa! That is no way to talk to a guest. Why don't you two hangout? I won't bother you, I promise." my mother said before he could answer.

"Oh. Okay." Damn, how I despised being suddenly put into social interaction! "Well I was just up in my room researching. You can join me, I suppose" I offered him.

"Sure, I don't see why not" he chuckled.

"Keep you door open Annalissa!" I heard my mother call from the kitchen as we headed upstairs. I could feel my once sand-tinted cheeks turning pink. Oh brother, I thought. I caught a glance of Kobe smirking in my peripheral vision.