This Is Not A Dream

Chapter .o4.

Chapter Four: Can You Say Soul Projection?

            I sat up immediately, the sweat drenched sheets tangled around my body like a snake. I wiped my sweaty forehead with the back of my hand. This is not a dream. What did he mean? Does this mean that everything that occurred in my "dreams" is real? All the possibilities floated around my head until I just couldn't take it anymore, I needed to know.

I stood up shakily and twisted the doorknob and stepped into the cool hallway. No one was awake, the sun wasn't up either. I didn't care that I probably looked like Raggedy Ann. Minus the red hair. I listened to the gentle snoring resonation from his bedroom and opened the door. His body was covered with the comforter. My stomach started to twist in knots. If he wasn't Terri I would probably get kicked out of Molly's house and be labeled as a certified creep. But if he was Terri... the thought dawned on me. Everything would change. My entire perception on what was real and what wasn't would change.

I finally approached the bed and stretched out a shaky hand, ready to snatch the covers off him. Five inches, three inches, one inch away. Then, a hand escaped from under the covers and gripped my wrist so tightly I yelped. He sat up, the covers fell off, and the truth was revealed.

"Terri," I said, my eyes widening.

He had the same tan, muscular body as him. The same short blonde hair, the sea blue eyes... holy shit! His face twisted in confusion and he released his grip a little, I ripped my arm out of his hand, ran into my room and locked my door. I slid to the ground, my breath heavy and ragged.

"It's him, it's really him. This isn't a joke anymore, not some stupid ass fantasy; it's all real." That last line ringed in my ears; I had to get out of here. I went to the bathroom and smoothed down my blonde hair into a low ponytail, I splashed cold water on my face and threw on a pair of white jean shorts and a light, peach v-neck shirt. I put on my flip flops and grabbed my phone and wallet and I was on my way out the door.

"Where are you going?" Terri's voice rumbled behind me. Oh crap. I turned around and met his blue eyes with my brown ones.

"Um," I started, "Starbucks." He nodded.

"I'm coming with you." He said blatantly. I nodded stiffly and watched him go back to his room. Oh geez, this is such a fail. I wanted to avoid him not invite him to coffee. Actually, I think he invited himself.

"Hey can we go now?" I looked up to see Terri smiling at me with his perfect teeth. I almost swooned, almost. I got into my car and waited for Terri to get into the passenger seat. With the click of two seatbelts I sped off onto the road and towards Starbucks.

"So," I started. Oh man this is so awkward, I mean seriously what am I supposed to say? I think I'll ask if he's had any good dreams lately. No that sounds retarded, maybe I'll---

"Autumn?" He said. Oh my, gosh what is he going to say? Did he notice my discomfort? Or worse... the booger that's slightly sticking out of my nose, I seriously need to get that out.

"Uh, we're here." He said getting out of the car and heading inside. I laughed silently to myself, I am such an idiot. I slammed the car door and headed inside, breathing in deeply. I love the smell of freshly ground coffee. I heard Terri yell my name. I turned to see him waving me down at a small table next to the overly expensive coffee mugs. I sat in the chair and stared at my hands, "Terri!" some lady yelled. I heard the chair scrape on the ground and the sound of Terri's footsteps. I guess he went to get the coffee. He passed me mine and sat down. I took a big gulp of the coffee even though it burned like hell going down my throat.

Then a whole slew of questions poured out of me.

"How is this real? How are you real? Why do I dream the way I do? Why---" Terri interrupted.