Oliver & Amelia

Chapter Five

"Amelia!"

My eyes snapped open as I sat on the floor of an unknown room.

Where am I? Heaven?

But the place looked dirty and old; hell?

"What the hell are you doing there?!" Theresa's voice made me turn around to find her standing there, in front of the broke down lift. She had a large plastic cup in one hand and a purse in the other. Her outfit was indeed the same as what her neighbor mentioned: an office black and white mini belt dress. It was a nice dress but Theresa wore it all the time and I've gotten sick of it. Maybe it would be good if I take the neighbor's advice.

I was still staring at her when she bent down to my eye level. "I thought you said you're allergic to dust?"

I snapped out of my daze and stood up. My hands went behind to wipe off the dirt but stopped, hovering over my butt. There's no way I'm getting more dust on my arms.

As if on cue, my nose itched and I let out a noisy sneeze. And then I sneezed again. Is it just me or does everyone sneeze twice?

"You done?" Theresa asked setting her things on her table. The table was already messy with papers and a laptop, which meant that she was already here before me; how did I not notice that? When I nodded, wiping my nose on the tissue I was given, Theresa made her way in front of me and stared me down; sometimes, the lady can be scary. "Now tell me why you fell onto my office floor that I haven't swept in almost a year?"

I scrunched my face, the itchy feeling of wanting to take off my dress. "I-"

I paused.

What do I say?

Yeah, nothing much my friend; just a weird dream that I'm ninety percent sure that it might be true and I was in that dream with dragons and beautiful men.

Maybe next time.

"Hello?" A hand waved in front of my face and I noticed the oversized ring on Theresa's middle finger. "I do have a life and work to finish, what is it? And don't you have work? It's almost seven..."

I huffed out, sulking. "You won't believe me..."

"I'll decide that once you've told me."

I crossed my arms after hanging my handbag on my shoulder, "fine then. I had a dream; well, not a dream. Maybe it was true? It felt real and I don't know how and why it happened but it just did. That's the actual reason why I was originally here for you. I wanted to ask if you'd know anything about it since you know, you pretty much what to do in these types of situations."

Theresa stared at me eyes looking through me as if I'm not there. "Okay, explain again slowly but make more sense. I'm not getting you; you had a dream and you came to me. But that doesn't explain why you're on the floor."

I sighed before explaining again. Once she seemed to understand, she gave out a halfhearted 'oh' and continued to stare me down.

"Let me get this straight. You've been having weird dreams about fire and men in black for about a week now and came to my office to talk about it. But then you were suddenly sucked into another world where you met a handsome guy and flew on a dragon?"

"Actually, two handsome guys."

Theresa rolled her eyes.

"So, what do you think?"

Theresa stared at me again. "I'm not a brainiac, how would I know?" When I gave her a glare, she sighed before glancing up at the roof; she's thinking. "Well," she said after a minute. "All I could think of is... that you're absolutely bonkers."

Bonkers?

"Wha-"

"Just hear me out Amelia," she stopped me before placing both her hands on each side of my shoulders. "You've been having bad dreams for a week. And afterwards, you 'dreamt' of being there with people and dragons. To me, it kind of sounds as if you're just overthinking it; think about it. A week ago, did you watch some kind of dragon movie?"

I ran a scan through my brain; did I?

"DragonHeart?" I shake my head. "I'm a dragon?" I gave her a weird look, did she maybe think that I was referring to myself as becoming a dragon? "Dragons Cursaders by Mark Atkins?" I raised a brow, there's a movie like that? "How to train your dragons?" She asked weakly and I wack her arms away. "Alright, I'm sure you watched this one: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire."

"No!" I whined, falling into her arms. She wrapped herself around me as I kept complaining. "I haven't watched any of those films before..."

We stood there still for a while, just hugging each other. It felt nice, to have a friend to talk it through even though she's as clueless as you are. Just as long as I'm not alone. Theresa asked me to go into detail and I did. I told her all about the dreams and the one I slipped into before she'd come.

"Sounds as if you spent quite a lot of time in there..."

I nodded as she let go and walked back around to her table. "I did, that's why I'm so confused. I fell and I landed in this place. I spent about an hour or two there, but when I'm back, it was only a few seconds or so."

Theresa watched my play with my handbag's zip. "Don't sweat it Amelia, maybe it was a dream. If it's not and it happens again, we'll talk about it, alright? Didn't you say you had a big project coming up from a special company?" I nodded, pouting. "Focus on that, I'm sure it'll get you to the top," she paused again, "and don't hesitate to tell me anything, yeah? I'll always be there for you."

I smiled warmly, this is why Theresa was the best. I waved goodbye and set foot to the bus stop when my friend pretty much shooed me away. I caught a bus fast and landed in my company building in a blink of an eye. My mind was everywhere so I wasn't focusing and bumped into a few people on the way to the stairs. I climbed each step, wondering the same thing again and again: when are they going to get a lift in this place?

Every single time, I'm always huffing and puffing at the end.

"Amelia," a fellow workmate greeted before going on his way. I nodded his way as I continued to my desk on the second floor. I'm an architect and most of the time I spend my days at home in my office. Sometimes, I liked to move around to get inspired; today was a 'go to office and work' day.

As I walked past a few desks I clenched my stomach when I heard a loud grumble. I hoped no one noticed it and make fun of me.

I made it to my desk and set my things down just as my stomach started to flip again. I need the toilet. A.S.A.P.

I pulled my chair to sit when I noticed a sticky note stuck on my computer screen. Before I could read it, I was falling into my chair.

And I went into the dark tunnel with a few lights; screaming and yelling out a few curse words to whoever was watching.

Then everything went black.

This. Is. Not. Funny.