I tossed and turned. A glance at my clock told me it was 12:45. I was so ready to be asleep but it didn’t look like it was going to happen. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. It was the night before Christmas, and believe me I was stirring. I wasn’t even that excited about Christmas tomorrow. I wasn’t getting that many presents. I know that Christmas isn’t just about presents, but that’s what I looked forward too.
I had a small rectangular package that was from my seven-year-old cousin Mickey, a square package that my parents had been to lazy to write from mom and dad on, and a bottle of my favorite perfume from my younger sister Bailey. She had accidentally told me what she had gotten me last week. Bailey was getting like seven presents and I had three. Maybe that was what was keeping me up.
It wasn’t the presents themselves. It was just that lately it seemed like my parents really didn’t care that much to have me around. I wanted them to be there for me and shower me with love like they had always done but they had moved on to just spending time with Bailey. They no longer seemed to have time for me. I thought Christmas would come and all that would change. I thought I would see us doing all the things we normally did and be fine. We went Christmas carolling, made cookies, and of course bought each other loads of presents.
No carolling, no cookies, and just about all the presents were for Bailey. Mom and dad had more presents than me. I know I sound spoiled and stupid, but really it was just a way for my parents to show that I still mattered. Now, I just felt like they had forgotten me. I felt like they didn’t care at all. This was defiantly the worst Christmas ever. Finally, I found a comfortable position and fell asleep. I had one of the strange dreams I always did...
The bed was so comfortable. It was like a cloud, like the world’s most comfortable bed. It was the best. I had my head laying on warm human skin. Huge muscular arms wrapped around me. They made me feel warm and safe and loved. He smelled like... amazing. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. He had olive skin, dark brown hair, and dark green eyes. When he smiled at me, my heart felt like it was going to explode. It was racing so fast.
I wanted him to smile at me forever, to laugh with me, to dance with me, to kiss me, to stare into my eyes, to stay with me. It broke my heart every time I woke up and had to leave him. I know that it’s nuts to fall in love with a guy that is just from a dream, but I can’t help it. He’s wonderful. I want so bad for him to be real. If he could step out of the dream and kiss me for real. What would it be like to really touch him? To really kiss him? I wish I could marry this guy. This guy who’s not even real.
I would spend all night lying with him, just to wake up at dawn’s earliest light. Normally, it was way to early and I was still extremely tired, but today was different. Today when I woke up, I was beyond extremely tired. I needed to sleep for that much longer. I was tired and when I looked in the mirror, I realized I had dark circles under my eyes. I looked sad and pathetic. I often did when I first woke up from the dream.
I locked the door and jumped in the shower. I quickly washed my hair and jumped out. I wrapped a giant pink towel around me, blow dried and styled my hair. I put on a little bit of foundation to cover up my awful under eyes. I looked great. My blond hair hung in loose curls, my skin looked perfect and flawless, and the pink towel didn’t look so bad either tucked just so, held up by my perfect boobs. Now, to just get dressed. I should have brought some clothes to the bathroom. That would have been the smart thing to do. I left the bathroom and walked right into Bailey.
“Brook,” she whined, “I have been waiting for the bathroom for like forever.”
“Sorry. I guess you should have knocked.”
“I guess you should have knocked louder.”