Not just another book

Chapter 3

I stand up, pacing the room. Hopefully you’ll wake up soon. I’m terribly bored. I hear your alarm clock. That’s a good sign. It means you’ll wake up soon. And i can tell you about my dream. It happened again last night. But this time she smiled at me. It looks like you won’t be waking up soon. I’ve learned the sound of you hitting the snooze on your alarm clock- you’ve done it 5 times already- and my heart sinks every time you do. I suppose i could go outside, but that means actual human interaction and I’m not in the mood for their comments right now. “Demetri you never go outside!” ” Demetri come play with us?”

If you ask me they’re just asking for trouble with their friendly behavior.But i suppose i could walk down to the donut shop. I’d never pass up the chance for a chocolate bar. Coming back into my house i sit down, still eating, and decide to wait for you to wake up. After all what is the use of telling a story to an empty room. As i try and remember the dream the sun comes out, which i perceive is you opening the book.

“I knew you would be back.” I said with a smile “well i was hoping. I would’ve gotten you a donut but i wasn’t sure what your favorite was..” I turned on the TV “it happened again last night. The dream, i mean. she smiled at me this time though. I think she may have waved a little. But how am i supposed to know, my people skills cant be very good considering Ive never really liked people. And i know i should go talk to someone, but why would i when i have you?”

I heard your laugh for the first time yesterday.  Your grip tightened as you emitted that amazing sound. I also heard you with a boy on the phone. I’ve been starting to hear a lot. Like how you were yelling at him. It started to rain then, I don’t suppose that could’ve been you crying? No, it couldn’t have been. You’re much too strong. The boy you were talking to obviously doesn’t deserve you. In my eyes you’re perfect. Of course I’ve never actually seen you, but the soft touch of your hands & the new found sound of your laughter are perfect. So i can only assume that the rest of you will follow that pattern.

“would you like to know more about me? I wish i could tell you. But I’m not that great at describing myself. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes. Or black with green? There are no mirrors in here so i cant describe my appearance. I feel like i owe it to you though. To tell you who i am, what i look like, who i aspire to be. But until then i am whoever you want me to be. whether that be caring and loving or the stereotypical bad boy. I can be anything you want. Because right now, you are everything i could ever ask for. A friend. Someone to listen to me and give me advice. You’re amazing. and that guy shouldn’t make you feel any other way. I hear a lot of girls talking.

“Are you with your other friends?”  I wonder aloud. You can go be with them if you want.” i hear t5he phone ringing in the background, “there’s a call coming in anyways. I’ll seetalk to you tomorrow. Or whenever we talk again. Bring a cup of water next time. I’m parched.