He woke up and noticed that the girl he dreamed of
was not the girl he woke up to every morning. They had taken the next step committing
to each other by moving in together. Her pink blankets draped on the bed, and
her towels neatly hung in the bathroom.
He sits up and watches an old 80’s flick in his
white casual t-shirt he had fallen asleep in. Sweat pants with cartoon characters collaged all over them, hugging him in every right way. When she walks in on
him, she sees nothing but a lazy guy in bed.
“Get dressed, please,” she wasn’t up for a day in
bed. “We’re supposed to meet Justin and Sarah for lunch. Why is it you never
want to be with me and my friends? For once can you just get dressed for me?”
He looked at her and smiled. His smile was accepted
as a yes. She walked out of the room and left him to get ready. Shower. Check.
In their closet he picked out his
clothes, as he was walking out a box fell out of place; a box containing
memories of his past life.
The girl in his dreams also happened to be the same
girl in this box he carried. He knew if she found this box it would hurt her,
because she knows of a girl; but does not know this is her. When the box opened
he grabbed a picture. In the photo you can see her smiling, her hair blowing in
the wind in the passenger seat of his car. The same day this girl also told him
she loved him.
“Are you ready yet?” he covered the box with the
blankets and put on a clean shirt.
She stood by the door with her arms crossed, giving up she stormed in the other
room. He puts on his jeans, runs his fingers through his hair and calls it
good.
He
can hear her looking for the car keys, walking around in her heels and getting impatient.
He puts the photo back into the box, and returns it to the closet.
“Now
can you please act like you’re having fun for today?”
He
looked at her and smiled.
