The Day He Came Back To My Life [COMPLETED July 2015]

Chapter Twenty Two - Going Home

Vince's POV

Something freaky happened after Irina confronted me. I had a dream. 

A very weird and freaky and unusual dream.

In my dream, I was in the Bread of Love bake shop interviewing Mrs. Hailey, with James, and the other crew with us. But the thing is, I saw, I mean, I can visualize a woman. I couldn't quite see her face because her hair was blocking it. Her face, I mean. It's very creepy because she seemed (or seems) very familiar in a way I couldn't quite figure out  yet. Is she like, my ex-girlfriend or something?!

 Oh dear, I think I'm losing my mind. 

Well, that can't be. She can't be my ex-girlfriend. That can't be. Even if she is familiar to me. 

God, I think I'm having a headache. I should stop thinking about her. Whoever she is. 

"Vince?" Eomma entered my room. "Are you ready?"

I nodded and smiled, "Yes."

"Good, we're leaving in twenty minutes, just waiting for the van to come," she's reminding me.

"By the way, where's your luggage? Didn't I tell John to put it next to the door?"

"Um," I'm saying, sounding unsure, "you did say that."

"Say what?"

"I mean, you did tell John to put my luggage next to the door so when the van comes we'll all be ready to go home." Her eyebrows are all up right now. I think she's confused.

She's walking toward me while saying, "Absolutely. So where is your luggage and where is John? Why isn't your luggage next to the door when I asked him to do that last night?"

"Well, um," I'm saying, speechless, "he's still packing up."

"I'm sorry?" she said, shocked. "What did you say Vince?" 

I took a deep breath and sighed. "He's still packing up?"

"What do you mean he's still packing up?! I asked him to do that two days ago! And I reminded him last night as well! The van is coming in twenty minutes do you think he would be done once they get --"

"Eomma, relax. He's almost done. Just zipping them probably," I said sounding proud and chill.

"Don't worry."

"Would you please tell me where John is right now so that I can talk to him?" I can tell I'm not being very helpful right now. 

I point at the balcony, "Over there, he's with Irina."

"Gomapsumnida," she responded sarcastically with a mix of irritation because if you translate that in English, it would mean, "Thank you SIR."

I laughed a little and said, "You're welcome." She continues to walk towards the balcony to talk to John. 

Now let me get back to that woman in my dream. I've had the same kind of dream for two times now. Actually, I couldn't even count how many times I had that dream. Every time I fall asleep, and I am not even exaggerating right now, every single time I fall asleep, the first thing that comes to my mind is that same dream. To be honest, I fear sleeping now. I don't want to see her again, well, even if she only exists in my dreams. For all I know she's a white lady or a ghost or something. That's freaky.