"Chartreuse! Wake up and say your prayers before breakfast", I heard my mothers voice shriek up the vestibule.
I rolled over to see the crumpled white pillow still between my slim legs and blushed deeply. How was I going to face Harry and Erika at school after such a dream. And it wasn't just any dream, but a dream ripe with sin.
My mind continued to go back to my sinful dream as I said my prayers. I could barely focus on my Hail Marys and Our Fathers. I continued to think of Harry's enthralling green orbs, his strong firm arms, and Erika's firm breasts. Wait, no this has gone way too far. I am a young woman of god who lives a wholesome life, I told myself.
"There is my girl! Join us for some coleslaw" my father gushed as I stumbled down the stairs. I pulled up a chair and began to push my coleslaw around my bowl. My family continued to chat about last Sunday's mass, while I was worrying about what to do about my dream. I kept trying to decide if I should confess so I could be forgiven of this horrible sin or keep it to myself. I couldn't imagine confessing such a horrible sin to my father!
"Chartreuse, stop pushing around your coleslaw" My mother yelled, startling me out of my haze. I instantly looked down to see I hadn't taken on bite of my coleslaw, but had made a mess of it by pushing it all around the plate. I suddenly felt very annoyed with my mother and her bird-like face. She was always judged me and was always giving me trouble despite that I lived a very wholesome life.
"Who eats coleslaw for breakfast anyway?" I snapped back without a thought. My eyes shot open and my heart dropped into my stomach. I couldn't believe I had said something so disrespectful. I looked around and saw my father and Peter's mouth a gape and their eyes bugging from their heads.
"Mother, I...I am so sorry. Please for give me...I..."Before I could finish stammering out an apology my mother swiftly backhanded me across the face.
"You, CHILD, will never speak to me like that ever again. I am in shock that you would disrespect me like this, and I will be praying to God that you will see that disrespecting your parents is a sin" My mother spat at me as I sat in our wooden dining room chairs in shock.
"That is 10 Our Father's Chartreuse. And I pray you never repeat this behaviour ever again" my father sighed. I could hear the disappointment pouring from his mouth. I felt my heart shatter. My Father had always been the light in my life and to hear his disappointment in me for the first time was like a knife to the heart.
"And cover that mark with some makeup before you go. We don't want people asking questions" My mother firmly stated. I trudged upstairs, only acknowledging her with a "mmmhm".
As I walked to school I kept my eyes down on my plain black flats and white nylons. I kept thinking about the sinful dream and what I could do to free myself of the heavy weight of this sin. But my father would be shattered to hear I had a sexual dream, especially since another woman was involved. He would likely send me away to the "homosexual" camps to learn the error of the homosexual life.
My brick school came into view just as I decided this was something I should keep to myself. I figured that if I prayed about it everyday and asked God for guidance, he could show me the path to forgiveness. I had to continue to be a woman of God, but telling my father would be catastrophic. I pushed open the front doors of the school to almost empty halls. I was early as always. Suddenly I saw Harry strolling down the hall, his rich hair bouncing, and I instantly felt warm in my lower belly. I blushed and looked away. How could I see him at school like this.
"Chartreuse! Did you do the chemistry homework?" Erika's harmonic voice sang. I spun around to see her strutting toward me, her deep brown orbs looking me right in the eye. She was wearing a tight floral sundress, with thin straps that lay across her collarbones. It swung just over her knees, giving brief glimpses to her thick, smooth thighs. I felt all my skin prick like a cactus and my stomach do a flip. Thank the good lord I didn't eat any coleslaw!
